Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

There are special, strange gifted people in the world and they have to be treated with understanding

We are all born equally far from the sun.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

I did no know everything there was to know about myself, and knew that I did not know it.