ἐχθίστη δὲ ὀδύνη ἐστὶ τῶν ἐν ἀνθρώποισι αὕτη, πολλὰ φρονέοντα μηδενὸς κρατέειν.
[The bitterest pain among men is this: knowing much but having power over nothing.]
If I’m ever out of here and self-supporting again, I am getting as far from my family as I possibly can.
Immerse me in the mystery of reality
Fill me with love for the truly afflicted
that hopeless love, if need be
make me one of them again—
Awaken me to the reality of this place
and from the longed-for or remembered place
And more than this, behind each face
induct, oh introduce me in-
to the halting disturbed ungrammatical soundless
words of others’ thoughts
not the drivel coming out of our mouths
Blot me out, fill me with nothing but consciousness
of the holiness, the meaning
of the unseeable, all
these unvisitable worlds which surround me:
others’ actual thoughts—everything
I can’t perceive yet
know it is there.