I am never sure about my intuitions which always wing back and forth between the strongest convictions and the deepest doubts… what constantly whisper: don’t listen to yourself… but don’t follow anyone. There is no trust. The purity you know so well belongs to children and their alike; the eternal innocence of the trees, of the animals, of all the kitties and koalas of the world, hidden in the dogs eyes, and concealed in the cats bellies.