War
When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters
were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused. - At present, the
eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me
through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by
strange children and prodigious affections. - I dream of a War of right
and of might, of unlooked-for logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase.
