FEAR OF DEATH DAILY

You who are already daily terrified of Death knocking at your door, know that you have nothing to fear! Perhaps there can be nothing but mutual understanding, perhaps some secretly bargained-for pensive reconciliation. And yet here you live wrapped in sameness on this earth with your willful desires for difference - you may be different according to the inner laws of your letter: For though, as a meek herald, or a diligent postman, or a parcel-deliverer, one may step out like a chubby spoon-button to the jumbo street-front, and hide his established propositions behind his cowardly silence, yet in the arranged bargaining of his calculations he may meddle, and be reduced to a petty trifle of nought: he may be a trickster, or a bold liar!

Yet nowadays they can be deceitful tyrants, profiteering turncoats, for who would only try to convey the immortal testimonies of writing as an antenna, what else could he be but a mouth-breathing clown, a romantic dog, a reformer without a profession, always discussing the vices of values! Yet I swear: from this bitter, penniless World I leave behind me values: let us pay more attention to the value-added of the Anonymous, more unknown-unfamiliar-masked people!

Let him be my companion whom his own age has mocked enough, or persecuted unjustly - let me rather live with the broken-winged Angel, who is infatuated with cheap snake-brained Johns, and has become a class member by the principle of skinning his skin, like so many bloated Celebrity-senses. On this wicked earth, too, might the Being-editing, redeeming Light come!

And after so many piteous, meaningless pigeon-pie promises, so many fine-sounding offers, I should dissolve in the immortal love I have tasted on this earth, and shine through now! - I should live once more as one who longs for a meaningful existence, and not merely as a broken castaway; in the eternal angel arms of a blessed, drum-hearted Dear!