You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
Night is a world lit by itself.