When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

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

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

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

I Am Chained To The Earth To Pay For The Freedom Of My Eyes.