The part of this being that is rock,
the part of this body that is a star,
lately I feel them yearning to go back
and be what they are.
As we get closer to the border
they whisper sometimes to my soul:
So long we’ve been away from order,
O when will we be whole?
Soon enough, my soul replies,
you’ll shine in star and sleep in stone,
when I who troubled you a while with eyes
and grief and wakefulness am gone.
—Ursula K. Le Guin