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I was modest, yet I bowed my knees in humility before overly chattering, stamping-faced little kings, because that was the proper thing to do. They laughed at me with a snigger, they laughed with a shriek, they trampled me in the mud where they touched me deepest. I spoke to people thoughtfully, with my head bowed down, like a penitent lad who carries a heavy burden within himself, only to start again the next day!

And because they could see that I wandered in my introspective thoughts like a lost soul, afraid to speak, they thought me a fool: they pursued me on with my many wounds, humiliated me, beat me, and what seemed to them a good sport, for me in a few seconds was reduced to a torture on Golgotha. While I had ceased to be their constant target, for I had always been on the road with a fearful cowardice of alamus - now I would go my way with stubborn confidence - in my ears a universal warning, a moral command, sounding the alarm, roaring like a sea wave, urgently: 'Be true to yourself! Never give up yourself!" - I calm down and should find my found, nourishing root on this earth I often bump into the rock-wall-crawlers.

I take with me my contagious, infectious Nessus-girl, and who will take me in as a companion, will feel the catacomb-chambers of my heart, my rib-cage pulsating, open to her, and the thoughts, like oxygen molecules in a bustling vascular system, will open up responsibly, - but with free passage to the currents of the fillable All! And if sometimes, perhaps justly, the Soul closes its fragile, vulnerable petals: bud-hanging holy-kisses, understanding caressing-hugs, wait in celebration till perhaps the humming of silence may again dawn around me!