Morning will come, it has no choice.
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on; And the road didn’t become more beautiful or even more ugly. That’s human action on the outside world. We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pass by and we forget; And the sun is always punctual every day. (5/7/14)
We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.
You cannot be truly humble, unless you truly believe that life can and will go on without you.
Stop looking in my past, I'm not there.