It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Joy came always after pain.
Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.