It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.