Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.