The places like the most beautiful beings and most magic are simplest but also most difficult to reach.
They have their secrecies and they are deepest, truest and most fragile.

The inaccessibility, their apparent made distance of immutability and all the extent of its variations, protects them.
It enables them not to be trampled but also to hold their spontaneousness with those which could closely taste them.
The secrecy makes their eternity, simplicity creates their vastness but their depth digs their brittleness.

Each one of their refusal gives them their beauties,
Only one their smiles lights their faces and says a truth
To the rising as with sleeping of a sun which, invariably, accompanies them,
Weds their permanence very as much as their changes
And renews them such as in themselves :
All and Nothing at the same time, Them and You
released from the borders and time
and which, by the joined together beats,
does One then.

Léo Dayan