In Man's Struggle Against The

Leop­ards Break In­to The Tem­ple And Drink All The Sac­ri­fi­cial Ves­sels Dry; It Keeps Hap­pen­ing; In The End, It Can Be Cal­cu­lat­ed In Ad­vance And Is In­cor­po­rat­ed In­to The Rit­ual.

I Want In Fact More Of You. In My Mind I Am Dressing You With Light; I Am Wrapping You Up In Blankets Of Complete Acceptance And Then I Give Myself To You. I Long For You; I Who Usually Long Without Longing, As Though I Am Unconscious And Absorbed In Neutrality And Apathy, Really, Utterly Long For Every Bit Of You.

Two Tasks At The Beginning Of Your Life: To Narrow Your Orbit More And More, And Ever And Again To Check Whether You Are Not In Hiding Somewhere Outside Your Orbit.

One Must Not Cheat Anyone, Not Even The World Of Its Victory.

I Carry The Bars Within Me.