What We Pay For With Our Lives

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.

Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.