There is no companion but love. No starting, or finishing, yet, a road. The Friend calls from there: Why do you hesitate when lives are in danger? I pretended to leap to see if I could live there. Someday I must actually arrive there, or nothing will be left to arrive. Here’s a magnificent person holding out a glass of wine, a vision of power. Over me, I hope, not for me! Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.