The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return. We know that, and we are used to it. Those who don't return become a part of the clouds, a part of the animals that hide in the ravines and of the water that comes from the earth. They become part of everything. They become the Soul of the World.
They have done their worst, and continued to deny me even the privileges accorded to the common herd. . . but I am sustained by the consciousness of my imputed 'crime' being an honourable one