"... Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions - because what they call 'passion' actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world."
"... Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing and strength is nothing... Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being - because what has hardened will never win."
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May everything come true May they believe And may they laugh at their passions For that which they call passion Is not really the energy of soul But merely the friction Between the soul and the outer world. But, mostly, may they have hope And may they become as helpless as children For weakness is great And strength is worthless.
When a man is born He is weak and supple When he dies He is strong and callous. When the tree grows It's tender and gentle And when it's dry and hard It dies. Callousness and strength Are Death's companions Suppleness and weakness Express freshness of life.
That which has become hard Shall not triumph.
I don't remember where I found it, but it's not my translation of this
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