To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.
Everything is theater.
Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!
FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.
But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.
I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.