In the car reading but not paying attention I remembered. I remembered that there were things I have heard though not with my ears and things that I have seen but not with my eyes. There were things that I knew but not with my mind and things that I felt but not with my heart. I had forgotten all these things and now that I remembered they were not the same things and I was not the same I and if perhaps the world was the same world I cannot say how.

So I thought I should write, though it is not writing but translating that is needed and there is no language to write it in that has meaning. If I should try to write it as a poem the words and ink would find no place upon the paper, and if I should try to shout and fill the air with vibrations the air itself would find no place for my voice. So I find myself mute though I can hear for the first time and my hands are useless though they can touch for the first time and my heart does not beat though it loves for the first time.

Only my tears are left and as they fall upon the page I hope that in drinking them you too might remember what your ears have not heard and your eyes have not seen and your mind has not known and your heart has not felt.