“I’ve been able to cultivate in myself a vast interior world, with an ocean deep and blue, with calm waters and stormy waves; with the scorching sun at the surface and darkly salted, cold depths, far away from the sounds of the wold. I fill it at times with glaciers and at others with sunrises. I, too, have made a forest deep and filled with life. It is full of sounds that permeate the night, morning dew, and deep, foggy darkness. And I’ve explored the forest a thousand times, and a thousand times they’ve explored me too. There lies the depth of my being—the depth of my story. It is beyond the emptiness of words. I’ve found depth in that which is shallow, and I’ve made it my home.”
Book:The Golden Sun