“You ask me why I loved him,”
Montaigne says.
“I don’t know.
All I can say is
" parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi.”
Because it was he, because it was I.
~~
Love to his soul gave eyes;
he knew things are not as they seem.
The dream is his real life;
the world around him is the dream.
~~
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