Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have
to take me home.
(by Rumi - Persian Poet - 30.09.1207/17.12.1273)