It's Been A Long Time Since I

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.