Child, certain skies have sharpened my eyesight. Their characters cast shadows on my face. The phenomena agitate. And now, the everlasting inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics hunt me throughout the world where I experience civic popularity, the respect of strange children, and tremendous affection. I dream of a War -- for right or power -- of an unforeseen logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase.--J.N. Arthur Rimbaud, "War"