''I cycled back to the town and put an end to the rest of my old existence. I visited the paper where I had from time to time submitted material, and told them I wouldn't be writing any more for a while. Maybe never. I also cancelled my bedsit, the telephone and the newspaper subscription. And I sold my books, and the Tv set.
...
There I sat sweating.
I had performed a feat.
No nonsense here.
This was not Sesame Street. "
" I decide to go out and buy something that will make me think about nice things, or preferably just a smile. ..
After a bit of thinking it becomes apparent that I'm looking for an object which:
- Is small enough for me to carry easily
- Costs no more than a hundred kroner
- Can be used many times
- Can be used indoors as well as outdoors
- Can be used alone or with someone else
- Gets me active
- Makes me forget about time
....
'' Maybe a suitable object exists, and maybe it doesn't. It's not that important. But the list is important. This is a discovery to me. This has a value.
I sit there pondering which objects will fulfill my desires.
It could be several. But I just want one thing.
Suddenly it is clear to me that what I seek is a ball.
A ball, plain and simple. I feel a sting of eagerness.''
This is the reason of a red ball, and its a symbolic meaning of something deeper that relates to him. I like that
