I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

Religion used to be the opium of the people. To those suffering humiliation, pain, illness, and serfdom, religion promised the reward of an after life. But now, we are witnessing a transformation, a true opium of the people is the belief in nothingness after death, the huge solace, the huge comfort of thinking that for our betrayals, our greed, our cowardice, our murders, we are not going to be judged.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.