Miles apart, years apart, consciously and unconsciously, they turn the key of each other.

∆ Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘Every Exit Is an Entrance (A Praise of Sleep)’

We might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.

∆ Shuntarō Tanikawa, from Catch You Later (tr. by William Elliott & Kazuo Kawamura)

No one is the homeland - it is all of us.
May that clear, mysterious fire burn
Without ceasing, in my breast and yours.