What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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.
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.