Let me into the darkness again.

A man said to the universe: 'Sir, I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe. 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.

Let me into the darkness again.

Half of tradition is a lie.

He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.