I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.

I feel a fatigue of the tongue seeking to utter impossible things until it twists itself into a knot and chokes me. I feel a fatigue at this mass of nerves see…

You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.

I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought.