#a dream sequence

“... a group of girls living in the air, nebulous and weightless, beautiful and blissful, swaying as light as air and as melodious as string music...”

Oh tears, oh sweet collapse, blissful melting away!  All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself.  Tears are the melting ice of snow.  All angels are close to the crying person.

How much night surrounds us!  How many dreadful, awful paths of torment we take!  Go deep into the shaft of our run-down soul, eternal poor hero, eternal Odysseus!  But we go on, we go on.  We bow and wade.  We swim and wade.  We swim and suffocate in the slime.  We crawl along the smooth treacherous walls.  We weep and despair.  We moan fearfully and sob loudly in pain.  But we move on and bite our way through.