Drifting, drifting, he aspires toward possession because he does not possess. Death is the only greatness. Man rears death, taking his leave in some suitable place. The more desolate, the easier to go. Possessing is the great vanity.
Life comes from pain.
Born from the penetration of pain we return through that pain. Listen to that tearful cry, the moan of blood pain accompanying the birth of a life. Listen to that soundless cry, the moan of lone pain accompanying a life going out. Ah, man aspires to immortality because he is not immortal. Drifting, drifting, he aspires toward possession because he does not possess.