"Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter, and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however, shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is happiness to wonder; it is happiness to dream."
Edgar Allan Poe, Morella
All the dead may be alive somewhere else,
All my own past moments may be existing somewhere
In the illusion of space and time,
In the falsity of elapsing.
Álvaro de Campos (Fernando Pessoa), from In the Terrible Night
