‘Do you know what touched me most when I sat here at my writing desk for the first time again?
I looked at the garden and saw it was the same as before. The garden does not need me. The trees are not there for me, they are just there. They do not love me, do not hate me either, they are.
That I find extremely moving. That loving indifference consoled me. I sat down and it was as it was before. As if nothing ever happened. It will be like that also when I am gone. That I find marvelous.’
--Rutger Kopland (after a severe 2005 automobile accident)