WHAT ANCESTOR SPEAKS IN ME? I CAN’T LIVE SIMULTANEOUSLY IN MY HEAD AND IN MY BODY. THAT’S WHY I CAN’T BE JUST ONE PERSON. I CAN FEEL WITHIN MYSELF COUNTLESS THINGS AT ONCE. THERE ARE NO GREAT MASTERS LEFT. THAT’S THE REAL EVIL OF OUR TIME. THE HEART’S PATH IS COVERED IN SHADOW. WE MUST LISTEN TO THE VOICES THAT SEEM USELESS IN BRAINS FULL OF LONG SEWAGE PIPES OF SCHOOL WALL, TARMAC AND WELFARE PAPERS. THE BUZZING OF INSECTS MUST ENTER. WE MUST FILL THE EYES AND EARS OF ALL OF US WITH THINGS THAT ARE THE BEGINNING OF A GREAT DREAM. SOMEONE MUST SHOUT THAT WE’LL BUILD THE PYRAMIDS. IT DOESN’T MATTER IF WE DON’T. WE MUST FUEL THAT WISH AND STRETCH THE CORNERS OF THE SOUL LIKE AN ENDLESS SHEET. IF YOU WANT THE WORLD TO GO FORWARD, WE MUST HOLD HANDS. WE MUST MIX THE SO-CALLED HEALTHY WITH THE SO-CALLED SICK. YOU HEALTHY ONES! WHAT DOES YOUR HEALTH MEAN? THE EYES OF ALL MANKIND ARE LOOKING AT THE PIT INTO WHICH WE ARE PLUNGING. FREEDOM IS USELESS IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE COURAGE TO LOOK US IN THE EYE, TO EAT, DRINK AND SLEEP WITH US! IT’S THE SO-CALLED HEALTHY WHO HAVE BROUGHT THE WORLD TO THE VERGE OF RUIN. MAN, LISTEN! IN YOU WATER, FIRE AND THEN ASHES, AND THE BONES IN THE ASHES. THE BONES AND THE ASHES! WHERE AM I WHEN I’M NOT IN REALITY OR IN MY IMAGINATION?

HERE’S MY NEW PACT:

IT MUST BE SUNNY AT NIGHT AND SNOWY IN AUGUST.

GREAT THINGS END.

SMALL THINGS ENDURE.