Love said to me: "I am - everything and nothing. I m like the wind and I can not get there, where the tightly closed windows and doors are. "I answered her:" But I am open for you! "And she replied:" Wind is the movement of air. In your house is air, but he was motionless. Furniture is covered with dust, dampness spoils the picture, stain wall. You continue to breathe, you know the part of me, but I'm not a part I m - All, and that you will not ever comprehend. "