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If Life Is Misery, Why Do We Endure It?

In Some Lost Fold Of The Past, We Wanted To Be Lions And We're No More Than Castrated Cats

When I Was Done Traveling, I Returned Convinced Of One Thing: We're Nothing.

Then He Went Out Without Touching Anything And Put His Arm Around Ingeborg, And Like That, With Their Arms Around Each Other, They Returned To The Village While The Whole Past Of The Universe Fell On Their Heads.

The Pain, Or The Memory Of Pain, That Here Was Literally Sucked Away By Something Nameless Until Only A Void Was Left. The Knowledge That This Question Was Possible: Pain That Turns Finally Into Emptiness. The Knowledge That The Same Equation Applied To Everything, More Or Less.