"Never doubt the truth of symbols They are the only things man has With which to orient himself in the world." I thought that I was On the beginning of a journey I thought that I understood The rose in bloom. Because a Rose is a Rose. And when I had the secret within the reach Something inside me became quiet, I was struck dumb. "Nothing does not exist" Sounded in the space The words were of purple color And I recollected That the world was made of fire There is no need for words Even though we have read the signs Even though we deciphered the alphabet Even though we have revealed the omen There is no choice but to be silent The order that your mind imagines Is like a net, or like a ladder Built to attain something But afterwards you must Throw the ladder away Because you discover that Even if it was useful It was meaningless... The only things that are useful Are instruments to be thrown