........ Once in my life I have offered the sacrifice of a entire night the constellations. This happened after my visit to Osroes, while crossing the Syrian desert. Lying supine, eyes wide open, leaving for a few hours every human thought, from dusk to dawn, I left that world of glass and flame. It was the most beautiful of my travels.
........ I tried to adhere to the divine in many forms, and I met a lot of ecstasy. There are atrocious, and others, in a poignant sweetness. That night was singularly lucid Syrian
....... After many reflections and experiences, sometimes reprehensible, yet I do not know what goes on behind the dark curtain. But the night Syriac represents my conscious part of immortality.