Do you know what it is to be truly »devoted to something? Some part of me asked myself. Another part pretended to be a writer, and wrote this down while it was happening.

Someone in me was bold enough to reply: “Indeed, I do, but more, my nature »is devotion.”

This awakened a critic.

“I am devoted to the moon, the water. I…

And then my dreaming mind intruded.

No more was language useful, then.