"The entries were in the eye, these two images as the instantaneous perception of absolute happiness and unconditional. If the course would be behind forever. Why is it so what do you care, life. Bothering you while you still sleeping soul and you sow into an image, or smell, or sound that you do not then you take it over. And that there was happiness. I discover later, when it's too late. And you already are, forever, an exile: a thousand miles away from that image, by the sound, by smell. Adrift. "
Castles of Anger
A. Baricco