I am Everything, and you will never know that.

In the hospital, love had spoken to me: “I am everything and I am nothing. I am the wind,
and I cannot enter windows and doors that are shut.”
And I said to love: “But I am open to you.”
And love said to me: “The wind is made of air. There is air inside your house, but
everything is shut up. The furniture will get covered in dust, the damp will ruin the
paintings and stain the walls. You will continue to breathe, you will know a small part of
me, but I am not a part, I am Everything, and you will never know that.”

The Zahir