Unhappiness was my god.

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

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'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

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