"I dream the sea, that sea, surrounding me,
And from the dream I’m rescued by the bells
Of God, which bless and sanctify the mornings
Of these domesticated English fields.
Five years I suffered, looking at eternal
Images of infinity and solitude,
Which have become that story I repeat
Now, like an obsession, in the pubs.
God has returned me to the world of men,
To mirrors and doors and numbers and names,
And I am no longer he who eternally
Looked at the sea and its deep barren plain.
But now what shall I do so it may find
That I am here, and safe, among my kind?"

Jorge Luis Borges. Alexander Selkirk.
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