No One Is A Light

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.