• In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world.

    Wislawa Szymborska (2015). “Poems New and Collected”, p.18, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt