Who do you love the most, enigmatic man? Your father, your mother, your sister or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? There you're using a word that to this day I've never understood. Your country? I don't know at what latitude it's situated. Beauty? I would willingly love it, goddess and immortal. Gold? I hate it as you hate God. Well, what do you love then, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds... the clouds passing... up there... up there... the marvelous clouds!