I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.