"The far off horizon impressed me no less. Once again, as in childhood, I saw the soft blue distance inviting me like an open door. And once again I was overcome by the feeling that I was not born for the life of a perpetual stay-at-home among my fellow men in towns and houses, but for pilgrimages...

When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black...