" In some strange way we devalue things

as soon as we give utterance to them.

We believe we have dived to the uttermost

depths of the abyss, and yet when we return

to the surface the drop of water on our pallid

finger-tips no longer resembles the sea from

which it came. We think we have discovered

a hoard of wonderful treasure-trove, yet

when we emerge again into the light of day

we see that all we have brought back with us

is false stones and chips of glass. But for all

this, the treasure goes on glimmering in the

darkness, unchanged.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maeterlinck