Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the
Carrot the ass follows to market or precipice;
But limitary pain — the rock under the tower and the hewn
That takes thunder at the head of the turret-Terrible and real.
Therefore a mindless dervish carving
With knives will seem to have conquered the world.
The world's God is treacherous and full of unreason; a torturer, but
The only foundation and the only fountain.
Who fights him eats his own flesh and perishes of hunger; who hides in the
To escape him is dead; who enters the
Recession to escape him is dead; who falls in love with the God is washed
Of death desired and of death dreaded.
He has joy, but Joy is a trick in the air; and pleasure, but pleasure is contemptible;
And peace; and is based on solider than pain.
He has broken boundaries a little and that will estrange him; he is monstrous, but
To the measure of the God….
But I having told you—However I suppose that few in the world have energy to hear effectively-Have paid my birth-dues; am quits with the people.
