The true Spaniard still deeply harbors a nomadic nostalgia; he fought and wandered because that is his nature; he longed for adventures, struggled to escape a mediocre life, and aimed to accomplish a great work before dying.

This is how the great, seemingly, antinomy of the Spanish soul is explained, which so many wise men could not comprehend with logic:
Passion and nothing!

These are the two poles around which the Spanish soul revolves:
passion, longing, the warm embrace of life; and at the same time the feeling that all these are nothing, they are Nothing, and that death is our great heir.