There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things. There is an equal, abstract destiny for men and for things; both have an equally indifferent designation in the algebra of the world’s mystery.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I make this song for thee
Lord of the World
who has everything in the world
except this song
— Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves