The amount of quiet I need does not exist in the world, from which it follows that no one ought to need so much quiet.
So now you know what else existed in the world outside of you, before you knew only about yourself!
Accept your symptoms, don't complain of them; immerse yourself in your suffering.
There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.