What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!