Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
"You may not always be able to say what it is that confines, that immures,
that seems to bury, and yet you feel I know not what bars,
I know not what gates — walls.
Is all that imaginary, a fantasy? I don’t think so; and then you ask yourself,
Dear God, is this for long, is this for ever, is this for eternity?
You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment.
To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power,
through a most powerful spell.
But he who doesn’t have that remains in death.
But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again."
~Vincent van Gogh
brief 133, or int.: letter 155
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