So Then You’re Free?’ ‘yes, I’m Free,’

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.

The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head. But How Free Myself And Free It Without Being Torn To Pieces. And A Thousand Times Rather Be Torn To Pieces Than Retain It In Me Or Bury It. That, Indeed, Is Why I Am Here, That Is Quite Clear To Me.

This Tremendous World I Have Inside Of Me. How To Free Myself, And This World, Without Tearing Myself To Pieces. And Rather Tear Myself To A Thousand Pieces Than Be Buried With This World Within Me.

To Write Prescriptions Is Easy, But To Come To An Understanding With People Is Hard.

Now I Can Look At You In Peace; I Don't Eat You Any More.