Words.

Before Hell stands two doorkeepers,
and once a year, I
burn billions, billions and billions
to bribe them.
If I could buy my way
to Hell,
I would hold you by the hand
and I would lead you back
up to mortal life,
never ever looking back once.

Six out of eight seen grown.
Four out of eight into adulthood.
The odds aren’t that bad.
You’ve only missed two out of eight,
a repeated process of
childhood,
already seen six times.

Il me semblait alors que j’existais de la même façon que les autres hommes, que je vieillirais, que je mourrais comme eux, et que parmi eux j’étais seulment du nombre de ceux qui n’ont pas de dispoitions pour écrire.

-Marcel Proust, «À la recherche du temps perdu»; «Du côté de chez Swann».