I then see people meditating in front of the coffin.
Out of the shadows emerge only the pale face of a young woman and the white cuffs and collars of three men. However, I don't need more to know that there are… my children. But my eyes return immediately to this body from which life has withdrawn, and which plunges me into the most unfathomable perplexity. As I look at him – as I look at myself – a stupid idea strikes me: