I have heard the rhythm of a thousand waves wash over the beach, each crying a little of sadness as they subsided back into the anonymous waters. I think I heard them say, "This is me," in their individual voices, one on top of another: innumerable and indistinguishable.
I have seen a field with a thousand flowers dancing in the breeze, each imbuing the air with its own sweet scent. When evening came they disappeared from the ground to appear in the sky a thousand stars, winking at me as if they knew something I never would.
I have dreamed a thousand dreams, each more mysterious than the last. I do not know what it is that breathes into my mind, but in my heart I remember a thousand friends that never were, a thousand songs that were never sung, a thousand deaths I never died.
