To live is to cross the World over with the help of bridges made of smoke; When you are already on the other side, it don't matter if the bridges disappear. You need to find a passage to arrive somewhere, and never mind if once you get out of your car you discover this one is just an illusion.
La bellezza convulsiva sarà erotico-velata, esplosiva-fissa, magico-circostanziale o non sarà.
(André Breton)
Convulsive beauty will be veiled-erotic, fixed-explosive, magic-circumstantial, or it will not be.