Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung; whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail.
Peter Wessel ZapffeA coin is turned around before it is handed to the beggar, yet a child is unflinchingly tossed into cosmic bruteness.
Peter Wessel Zapffe