“The day will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the others reflection saying sit here, eat, you will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine, give bread, give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignore for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, desperate notes. Peel your own image from the mirror, sit, feast, feast on your life.” Derrick Walcott
