Things like Life and Death and the Soul. But, away . . . . To China . It is on account of something that happened to me on the Western Front one night. It was as though for a few moments I could actually understand right and wrong . I don't think I can explain it with words.
Words are such miserable substitutes for a moment like that.
Sometimes they seem to hide our thoughts instead of disclosing them . . . . I don't know . . . . Whatever I saw, I am sure that it had to do with the necessity of seeing true . . . .