We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And

Things Are Not As We Would Like Them To Be. There Is Only One Way To Deal With It, Namely To Try And Be All Right Oneself.

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.