This tree leaf, the east
		Entrusted to my garden,
		Is there to taste the secret meaning,
		To edify the wise.
	
		Is it one living being,
		Divided within itself?
		Are there two so exquisite,
		To be known as one?
	
		Replying to such question
		I probably found the right,
		Don’t you feel at my songs
		That I am one, and twice?
	
		Johann Wolfgang Goethe