tell me, does the earth feel any kind of pleasure? It’s simply made for a seed to fall into, for a tree to grow out of and bear fruit; the earth is the earth. I’m the earth too, I think like the earth, I feel like the earth, I need them all, and at the same time I don’t need a single one—they’re the ones who need me, they won’t go anywhere; they’ll come to me, I’m the only one who can satisfy them, because I’m like the earth: they’re my children and my lovers at the same time, because everything turns in a circle and returns to the beginning again—the
