When some people give in to collective drunkenness, others think, try to understand this world, the mystery of life, caress the immensity of the whole – and taste another kind of intoxication, that of inexpressible absolute understanding.
Only observation, the basis of all intuition, can bring us to this rapture of heart and mind, to this feeling, this impression of being able to conceptualise the nature of things in their own dimension.