I Do Not Fear Invisible Worlds.

To Be A Man, To Have Been Born Without Knowing It Or Wanting It, To Be Thrown Into The Ocean Of Existence, To Be Obliged To Swim, To Exist; To Have An Identity; To Resist The Pressure And Shocks From The Outside And The Unforeseen And Unforeseeable Acts - One's Own And Those Of Others - Which So Often Exceed One's Capacities? And What Is More, To Endure One's Own Thoughts About All This: In A Word, To Be Human.

There Comes A Time When A Man Finds Himself In Front Of A Dark Uncrossable Abyss, Which He Himself Has Spent Years Digging. He Cannot Go Forward, And Has No Way Back. Words Have Failed, Tears Won't Help, And Who Would He Call Out To? He Can't Even Remember His Own Name. Then The Man Sees That On This God's Green Earth There Is But One True Suffering: The Torment Of Guilty Conscience.

Of Everything That Man Erects And Builds In His Urge For Living Nothing Is In My Eyes Better And More Valuable Than Bridges. They Are More Important Than Houses, More Sacred Than Shrines. Belonging To Everyone And Being Equal To Everyone, Useful, Always Built With A Sense, On The Spot Where Most Human Needs Are Crossing, They Are More Durable Than Other Buildings And They Do Not Serve For Anything Secret Or Bad.

They Looked At The Paper And Saw Nothing In Those Curving Lines, But They Knew And Understood Everything, For Their Geography Was In Their Blood And They Felt Biologically Their Picture Of The World.

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.