If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: "i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.