Lets start from the middle

There are many roads and paths that take you inside the rorest. And it is only your choice when and how you will do it. There might be even someone in old tree resting his heart that asks you to come inside. With all the fears and all shortages it will make you see your own face, your own heart reflected in the midnight sun. And after that terrible night afer you have faced the ups and downs you will know that all blinds once will become wise. And celebration of your own heart will break the ice and free the soul and as Murakami writes one thing that people should do more is Dance, Dance, Dance.... (of life)