In a few days, loneliness overcame
In a few minutes the carriage stop
This is my daughter Selma,” said
We all sat silent as if Selma had
The old man was delighted to hear

One day Farris Effandi invited me
As I reached the home of Farris
Silently and reverently I approac
In a few minutes the old man came
We sat at the table enjoying the f

In the stillest hour of the night,
First Self: Here, in this madman,
Second Self: Yours is a better lo
Third Self: And what of me, the l
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all,

I was,
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
I have cleft the vast spaces of th

One hour devoted to the pursuit of
And Love is worth a full century
Given by the frightened weak to th
From that hour comes man’s Truth;
During that century Truth sleeps

One day in the late part of June,
Selma felt what was going on in my
I asked her, “Did your husband fi
I inquired, “What prevents you fr
She answered with tears in her eye

Everything that a man does secretl
Thus the ghosts of darkness reveal
The discussion that took place bet
Selma was the only child of the we
The heads of religion in the East

In the town where I was born live
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met
And the mother spoke, and she said

Of the good in you I can speak, b
For what is evil but good tortured
Verily when good is hungry it seek
You are good when you are one with
Yet when you are not one with your

I was here from the moment of the
Beginning, and here I am still. A
I shall remain here until the end
Of the world, for there is no
Ending to my grief—stricken being.