It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one's nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.
Would you like to be cured? Then I will give you the recipe. It is necessary to walk. To cross the incredible and dangerous night without seeing it to maintain its whole Magic. Close your eyes in order to be able to see nothing. (Everything is so ugly around what is not that night). Keep your arms close to your body so as not to touch anything, since the only thing touchable is from within. Then walk straight ahead, almost for eternity. Go out of the night while remaining within it: that is the secret of metamorphosis. Marianne Van Hirtum
I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget.