BECAUSE IT CAN BE DONE!

I am building one brick after another in myself, like a Sisyphus-nasaur of bricks, and perhaps that very day I will tear down the prison walls of my smug loneliness! I'll build it, that I may consciously protect what I have acquired willingly and out of curiosity, and to which I still cling with stubborn iron will, or else I shall soon be lost.

And only in this way can I remain, can I be, an experimental man. Thus may this noble calling, of decisive conception, remain an eternal and recurring cycle: let not the remains of your humanity be moulded, like marble, on your bitterly built path of pearls, if you are not careful.

And let not goodness and honesty, neither in thy words nor in thy deeds, be as rotten eggs in thee. Morality will grow in thee, and sound in thee as a warning bell of the soul, for thus only can this world, which is a world of sand and mischief, be both enduring and human! Otherwise it can hardly be: if each man in himself, like a noble peacock, Makes the decisive decision of defiance I shall behave like a man, and not a brainwashed savage - But a liberated mind, even if all outside has been given up or forgotten.

And for many, with nerve-crushing loneliness comes a rhythmic increase in audible sounds. But softened, like a spiral walnut tree, beaten by hurricane winds, So purely human might all be, And in this aching spleen-soul, too, a longing for goodness is at work; - Silence now still enfolds me with its soundless cries, But welcomes me as a mountain hermit, adopted by a kind fairy; - Childish hopes, ready to be renewed, are born and rise again within me, Waiting on the altar of more opportune moments!