... and the following from "The book of disquiet" by Fernando Pessoa made me realise why ...
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and the most self-absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they're sleeping ...
... he's dreaming. He's attentive to what doesn't exist. Perhaps he still hopes. If there's any justice in the God's injustice, then may they let us keep our dreams, even when they're impossible, and may our dreams be happy, even when they're trivial.
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