““About life, about the living. About death, about the dead. About loving and hating. About east and west, the two that will never meet and never separate, only suspect each other’s presence, sense and follow each other’s movements, as a person must in hatred and love. I sing of the only thing that reconciles, the only practical thing, the same for all: How seldom a person possesses the power to relinquish power! To relinquish I and speech, relinquish – the only thing that gives power. (...) She dies every moment, therefore she lives. She flees every moment, therefore she endures. She stores up power and counter-power, therefore she sways. She sways, therefore she is in balance. The crown, the mantle, and the clasped hands belong to the battle, not to her, but the battle belongs to her. Through her the battle exists: She is its decoy.””
