August 15, 2008
I remember now a conversation I've had with the Priest (to be) in a field across the road from my house. We were still very young. I was lying down in the wheat, fully aware of the impression I was making on him, looking up at the blue kite I was flying with one hand. As I observed it's fluttering red tail, for the first time I said out loud my dream of perfect freedom. If only we could be free of our bodies, I said, free of hunger and cold, unconstrained by tiredness, age, sleep... Free to do all.