~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

Between The Fear That Something Would Happen And The Hope That Still It Wouldn't, There Is Much More Space Than One Thinks. On That Narrow, Hard, Bare And Dark Space A Lot Of Us Spend Their Lives.

What Doesn't Hurt - Is Not Life; What Doesn't Pass - Is Not Happiness.

Searching For What I Need, And I Don't Even Know Precisely What That Is, I Was Going From A Man To A Man, And I Saw That All Of Them Together Have Less Than Me Who Has Nothing, And That I Left To Each Of Them A Bit Of That What I Don't Have And I've Been Searching For.

That Wild Beast Which Lives In Man And Does Not Dare To Show Itself Until The Barriers Of Law And Custom Have Been Removed, Was Now Set Free.

To Be A Man, To Have Been Born Without Knowing It Or Wanting It, To Be Thrown Into The Ocean Of Existence, To Be Obliged To Swim, To Exist; To Have An Identity; To Resist The Pressure And Shocks From The Outside And The Unforeseen And Unforeseeable Acts - One's Own And Those Of Others - Which So Often Exceed One's Capacities? And What Is More, To Endure One's Own Thoughts About All This: In A Word, To Be Human.