When one gets quiet. When one is so quiet that there is not a thought in one's head maybe, there is something that wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet, and then all in a minute one can smell summer flowers, and tall people go by, happy and laughing, but they will not let us look at their faces. Oh no, it is not right that we should look at their faces.
Wise Man
You have fallen asleep upon a hill, yet, even those that used to dream of angels dream now of other things.
Fool
I saw one but a moment ago—that is because I am lucky. It was coming behind me, but it was not laughing.
Wise Man
There's nothing but what men can see when they are awake. Nothing, nothing.
Fool
I knew you would drive them away.