We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. -Pascal Mercier
Everything, it seemed, was built on opposites, on division. No breath could both be in and out, none could be free and yet orderly. Always the one paid for the other, though each was equally essentia l . Narcissus and Golmund ~ Herman Hesse