Ray Bradbury. Dandelion wine (№ 356402)

There is such a walking cliche - kinship; now, we are soul mates. - She fiddled with a blue envelope. - I have always believed that true love defines the spirit, though the body sometimes refuses to believe it. The body lives only for himself. Only to eat, drink and to wait for nightfall. In essence, it is a night bird. And the spirit because born of the sun, William, and his destiny for our whole lives thousands and thousands of hours to stay awake and absorb all that surrounds us. How can you compare the body, is a pathetic and selfish generation of the night, with all that in a lifetime give us the sun and the mind? I do not know. I only know that the last few days my spirit has been in contact with your and those days were the best in my life.