At The Touch Of Mankind,

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

Let Everything Be Remade On Simple Lines. There Is Only One People, There Is Only One People!

I Am More Sensitive Than Other People. Things That Other People Would Not Notice Awaken A Distinct Echo In Me, And In Such Moments Of Lucidity, When I Look At Myself, I See That I Am Alone, All Alone, All Alone.

We Have The Divinity Of Our Great Misery. And Our Solitude, With Its Toilsome Ideas, Tears And Laughter, Is Fatally Divine.

I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering. My Heart Has No Pity On Me.