What can stay? 

 
 
After all, hopelessness, uncertainty, pessimism, a chain of pessimism, winking towards the future, finally brightening and seeing vulnerability in gap-ridden faces: Delicate beats of individual stories may tell, And that only the unshakable heart-throb prove clinging and blind faithful, The secret music of lips, the captivating telepathy of eyes, And the loud and independent flutter of amber-hair, And the chivalrous conduct of immortal romances, Only knights errant believe, after all, moral values are nowadays only on the pages of books, in a land that parties and takes stimulants to indulge its pleasures on the doomed altar of stupor, - not much pride! - It is a humiliating shame! 
 
The intangible future may be as our past's failed 
and yet undiscoverable will: a conscious questioning of the 
and doubt will dazzle with its illusions the system-minded 
intelligence: the eternal system of rules of sense-arguments! 
 
They gather the decaying ruins of cultures in huge bales, and set them on fire 
on the altars of ignorance, and in the end the will is always to be the envious jealousy 
and the death of the executioner, and the target of opportunity only for the chosen. After all, the 
man might do better to take care of himself, and to keep in honour the 
of the Laws of Nature!