“What was it Danilov told me before I left? Something about how one day I would stand at a crossroads where I could choose the Light, which illuminated the sky with its warmth and golden glow - or the Darkness, which at first seemed soothing and inviting, but which would consume me in its flames. But do I have to wait for that crossroads? Isn't it present at every moment of my life?”

“It's easy to sit on a mountaintop and tell people what to do and how to be happy. I have chosen to do that. Not because it's easy, but for a different reason, which I would reveal, if your mind was ready to handle it, which it isn't, which is also very convenient for me.”

“Suppose for a moment that God began taking from us the many things for which we have failed to give thanks. Which of our limbs and faculties would be left? Would I still have my hands and my mind? And what about loved ones? If God were to take from me all those persons and things for which I have not given thanks, who or what would be left of me?”

“When I was able to get home it first hit me that you had left and I couldn't do anything about it. Every day before that an evening with you was waiting for me after school, now no more, strange feeling. I had grown too accustomed to your warmth. That is also a danger. At home I looked at the notebooks that you had bought and I got the stupidest surge of hope that I'd find something of you, something especially for meant for me. I would so much like to have something of you that I could always keep by me, that nobody else would notice.”

“It remains to be seen to which side I'm gonna lean.Which road will I choose, what will I gain, what will I lose?Am I gonna come to my senses and see the lightin letting go of what I want in order to do what's right?Oh but right by whom? By me or by you?It’s just a crossroads. Is the light red or is it green?I’m getting mixed signals, I really don’t know what they mean.If I wasn’t temporarily blind, if I could only take one look I know I’d findhow simple it all is. How much do I really own this?Is enough not enough? Am I really in love? Or is it nothing but a test?Well if you wanna try me go ahead and be my guest.Cos I myself would like to know which way we're to go.I guess it’s undecided yet so I’ll take it slow,but as I regain my sight, I know I will do what’s right.Indeed it’s just a crossroads. Now that I’m willing to clearly seethings for what they really are and not what I’d like them to be.There’s nothing left to think about. I know the way now, I’ve no more doubt.I let go and release. You do the same for me, please.”

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...”