"The man who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign land."
-Hugh of St. Victor, German mystic

It is not of this world that our folk's soul belongs, but to the other world. Like Hugh I too live in other worlds. Even when having tea with mother - we saunter out from our kitchen perched atop the city to soar in pristine heights of entirity.