I saw an old man Kneeling over a channel and watching the water run,
his face bathed in inexpressible ecstasy.
‘What do you see there, old man?’ I asked him.
And without lifting his head, or removing his eyes from the water, replied,
“ My life, my life which is running out…”
(Nikos kazantzakis, Report to Grecco, Ch.17, Pilgrimage through Greece)