the answers that can never be found are precisely the ones we must treasure the most. we ask not to find answers, but to find questions. futile questioning one might argue, but unattainable answers are those that manifest in our lives in the form of poetry. every question of that which can not possibly be answered is a verse of poetry. every answer, a deception. once we think we have found answers we lose both truth and poetry. let us replace religion with poetry. let us replace prophets with poets. but we must urgently replace temples with olive trees and altars with orange sand. or maybe with forests, or mountains and rivers. (there are no orthodoxies in nature). for whatever nature teaches is not only poetry, it is also prophecy and truth. when a poet ceases to dialogue with nature he loses the ability to ask the unanswerable, and for that, all of humanity becomes poorer.