for the sensitive and imaginative man who lives as i long have lived,
never ceasing to feel and to imagine,
the world and everything in it are in a sense duplicated.
his eyes see a tower, a stretch of countryside,
his ears hear a bell.
in his imagination, it is another tower,
another countryside that he sees,
it is another sound he hears, and
it is in these echoes
that all the beauty and charm of things reside...