Who Promised You That Only

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner That I Have Grown... They Are So Stupid And Do Not Notice That I Am Standing Up Straighter!

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

Things Are Not As We Would Like Them To Be. There Is Only One Way To Deal With It, Namely To Try And Be All Right Oneself.