At your service, at your service-you, my most personal thought! At your service, at your service-you, my aim, my meaning! I summon you – no, you summon me. Did I talk to you, or did I speak to myself? You, the light of my life, my highest aim, my words, my language, my speech, my expression. You are whole, and I am complete in you, my hearing, my seeing. You are in every part of me. I feel homesick. They say that pain heals. Does this help me? The love towards my keeper has rendered me ill. But how can I complain to him about him? …