Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.