Galt MacDermot - Let The Sunshine In
World at random, without surface and without bottom,
Birth and death mix their contagion
In the folds of the earth and the confounded sky.

I have separated nothing but doubled my heart.
By loving, I created everything: real, imaginary.
I gave her reason, her shape, her warmth
And her immortal role to the one who enlightens me.
P. Eluard