There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

You See, Momo... It's Like This. Sometimes, When You've A Very Long Street Ahead Of You, You Think How Terribly Long It Is And Feel Sure You'll Never Get It Swept... And Then You Hurry. You Work Faster And Faster, And Every Time You Look Up There Seems To Be Just As Much To Sweep As Before, And You Try Even Harder…, And You Panic, And In The End You're Out Of Breath And Have To Stop-and Still The Street Stretches Away In From Of You.

I Wonder, What's In A Book While It's Closed. Oh, I Know It's Full Of Letters Printed On Paper, But All The Same, Something Must Be Happening, Because As Soon As I Open It, There's A Whole Story With People I Don't Know Yet And All Kinds Of Adventures, Deeds And Battles. And Sometimes There Are Storms At Sea, Or It Takes You To Strange Cities And Countries. All Those Things Are Somehow Shut In A Book. Of Course You Have To Read It To Find Out. But It's Already There, That's The Funny Thing. I Just Wish I Knew How It Could Be.

Nothing Is Lost. . .everything Is Transformed.

If You Have Never Wept Bitter Tears Because A Wonderful Story Has Come To An End And You Must Take Your Leave Of The Characters With Whom You Have Shared So Many Adventures, Whom You Have Loved And Admired, For Whom You Have Hoped And Feared, And Without Whose Company Life Seems Empty And Meaningless. If Such Things Have Not Been Part Of Your Own Experience, You Probably Won't Understand What Bastian Did Next.

Just As The Setting Sun Turned The Clouds To Liquid Gold.