There's Only Few People Who Have Strength

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.