I know of no greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, without end.
How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?
The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world...
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.
All that matters is that the wound fit the arrow.