There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more!
-Lord Byron
Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Mahmoud Darwish, Absent Presence.