My bits of time play with eternity.
There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!