| The great mass of people are content as if at the sacrificial feast or at the spring carnival. I alone am serene, quiet, passive, like a newborn baby unable yet to smile. I am alone, like one who is homeless. Others seem to have abundance while I seem to live in contemplation. Perhaps I am the fool, so obscure, so vague. The masses seem bright and informed; I alone seem dull and uninformed. The masses are clever and smug; I alone am simple and unassuming. Alone, as if adrift on the lonely sea. And others seem to have useful purpose; I alone seem impractical and awkward. I am alone, different. I choose to be sustained by nature. |
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