This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of live. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the chest. (Rumi poem)
A sul da margem nascente da Lagoa de Óbidos ainda se podem observar rochas erosionadas - pelo oceano - como se fossem segredos deixados pelo mar que a ocupava em grande parte nos finais do Neolítico.