I love to go into the desert without a flask, so that, dying of thirst, I can barely reach the spring, fall down to it and drink to my heart's content. This is how all life seems to me: a desert with springs in it. I go through life without a flask, and maybe one day I won't reach the source - the source of water, the source of money, the source of love. With this fatal uncertainty you pay for freedom from the burden. But when you succumb to the temptation to stay at the source, you remember about others that have not yet been explored - and you move on.