What If I Slept A

I Never Imagined That So Many Days Would Ultimately Make Such A Small Life.

There Sat I, A Faded Being, Under Faded Leaves.

Simply Wait, Be Quiet, Still The World Will Freely Offer Itself To You.

People Keep Themselves At A Tolerable Height Above An Infernal Abyss Toward Which They Gravitate Only By Putting Out All Their Strength And Lovingly Helping One Another. They Are Tied Together By Ropes, And It's Bad Enough When The Ropes Around An Individual Loosen And He Drops Somewhat Lower Than The Others Into Empty Space; Ghastly When The Ropes Break And He Falls. That's Why We Should Cling To The Others.

But What If All The Tranquility, All The Comfort, All The Contentment Were Now To Come To A Horrifying End?