“In the beginning was neither heavon nor earth nor things, but only a vast longing for warmth, food and sleep… In the beginning, you aren’t this person or that, and you don’t live here or there. You rest in your mother’s arms and are but a nameless son of the earth. And together you two are but a link in the endless procession of mothers and children awaiting whatever dispensations fate has in store for them.” 

Parts of this book was previously published in Danish in “Om Børn, træer, hvaler og andre, der har god tid” (Sprotin, Faroe Islands, 2021″