A man from the village Neguá, on the coast of Colombia was allowed to ascend to heaven. When he was back, he began to tell. He said he then looked up at people's lives. And he said we were a sea of small lights. "What the world is," he said. "A lot of people, a sea of small lights. Each person lights up with its own light. We find no two lights that are the same.
There are people with a quiet light that brings a gust of wind and those with flickering lights, which spray like mad sparks.
lights there, which seem not warm yet, but others bring life to glow with such fervor that they can not even see, without ever batting an eyelash, and who gets too close, catches fire.
from Eduardo Galeano, The Book of Embraces, Wuppertal 1991, p.7
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