There is an image in my mind of a magical distant world, mysterious and beautiful. A place far away from what I am used to, both in space and time. I had never seen it, just a mental creation after innumerable books and movies and stories. Until last morning, when I woke up to realize that it was here, all around me, real.
(Quote from my travel diary during my year living in India).
'Thus in symbols everything called to me: "It is time!" But I did not hear: until at last my abyss stirred and my thought bit me.'
'It is not the height, it is the abyss that is terrible! The abyss where the glance plunges downward and the hand grasps upward. There the hearth grows giddy through its two-fold will.'
'Thus Spoke Zarathustra', F. Nietzsche