God Gives The Nuts, But He Does

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

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.

A Book Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Seas Frozen Inside Our Soul.

Just Think How Many Thoughts A Blanket Smothers While One Lies Alone In Bed, And How Many Unhappy Dreams It Keeps Warm.

Now The Sirens Have A Still More Fatal Weapon Than Their Song, Namely Their Silence... Someone Might Possibly Have Escaped From Their Singing; But From Their Silence, Certainly Never.