You have the words of life.

I ran into these words as I read on the train yesterday. They struck me so strongly that I felt inspired to stand up and, in an act of freedom of expression and something resembling street art, write them in the foggy window with my finger. I didn't. I probably should have.

L'homme n'aboutit à rien par lui-même.
Vers qui irions-nous?

From John 6.