I ask myself every day:
What am I really?
What do I actually represent?
Am I just an animal with an intelligence superior to other animals on the ground or am I more?
I think that the answers there are so many but I also believe that they will never bring to light those real ones.
“Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder is the more tenacious. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.” (The Huntchback of Notre Dame)
“I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo ” (The Huntchback of Notre Dame)