Patience. What a word. We will never get to the bottom of it. It is the sister of revenge, and is allied to a million forgotten lives. What kind of a person prefers patience to revenge? Well, maybe there is an answer to that. I don't know.

It takes a lot of hubris to commit words to a page. I am immortal, I say to myself. You are also afraid: can I perhaps draw you into my web? My word is transduced through the ages, I say to you - can you resist that temptation? I know, I know, it is better to stay silent, better not to disturb the universe. But, over and over, one thing draws me to you: I may provide some kind of solace to you, I may draw tears from your wounded heart. Now that is a temptation even I cannot resist.