When I Am Not Desperate, I Am

Searching For What I Need, And I Don't Even Know Precisely What That Is, I Was Going From A Man To A Man, And I Saw That All Of Them Together Have Less Than Me Who Has Nothing, And That I Left To Each Of Them A Bit Of That What I Don't Have And I've Been Searching For.

To Be A Man, To Have Been Born Without Knowing It Or Wanting It, To Be Thrown Into The Ocean Of Existence, To Be Obliged To Swim, To Exist; To Have An Identity; To Resist The Pressure And Shocks From The Outside And The Unforeseen And Unforeseeable Acts - One's Own And Those Of Others - Which So Often Exceed One's Capacities? And What Is More, To Endure One's Own Thoughts About All This: In A Word, To Be Human.

What Doesn't Hurt - Is Not Life; What Doesn't Pass - Is Not Happiness.

They Entered There Into The Unconscious Philosophy Of The Town; That Life Was An Incomprehensible Marvel, Since It Was Incessantly Wasted And Spent, Yet None The Less It Lasted And Endured 'like The Bridge On The Drina'.

If People Would Know How Little Brain Is Ruling The World, They Would Die Of Fear.