" Mnemosyne: Neither is the staleness or the toil, nor returning to the daily round. Don’t you understand that man, every man, is born in that swamp of blood? That the sacred and the divine are with you too? In bed, in the fields, before the fire? In everything you do, you renew a divine model. Day and night, there is not an instant, not even the most futile, which has not sprung from the silence of your origins.
Hesiod: You speak, Melete, and I cannot help believing. Only let me adore you.
Mnemosyne: My dear, you have an alternative.
Hesiod: What is that?
Mnemosyne: Try telling mortals the things you know. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò