“My daughter, my son,
My dear Mama also did nothing extraordinary in Her exterior life.
Even more, apparently She did less than others.
From Her came the life and the preservation of all creatures:
Yet, who saw anything? No one.
She lived from my eternal Heartbeat, and I from Her maternal heartbeat.
Therefore our Lives were blended together.
And this was exactly what, in my eyes, distinguished Her as my Mama.
I am used to cover my greatest works with the most ordinary things”(…)