I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Faith assuages, guides, restores.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.