forgive. I raced from city to city. Paintings, statues, churches, palaces. What greed, what yearning! My hunger and thirst could not be sated. An amorous breeze kept blowing across my temples. Never again in my later life did I feel such sheer bodily delight, either from women, ideas, or contact with God. Abstract concerns not having overwhelmed me as yet, I found pleasure in seeing, hearing, and touching. The inner world was one with the outer.
