In writing I must have reversed the numbers and automatically and with a firm
hand I have written 3002 instead of 2003. I simply take this as a sign that it will
become true that we will be there together, on a April day a thousand years
in the future.

I write April 3002. The magpies are kicking up a racket above trees and roofs.
The colour of the new grass is ancient, but it lays its young pigment round us.
It is like after the great revolutions. We have survived and learned so much,
how we can be interconnected, for example. We still risk there being light-years
between us, but the distances will be able to be overcome in the space of
seconds and with the aid of clarity of thought and purity of the heart.

To be on the safe side I am therefore already conjuring both my and your atoms
into a new incarnation, for I do not want to miss these future connections, the
magpies' riotous play under the enormous spring sky, that the world will still be
bursting with life.

English Translation by John Irons