From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.

For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.

Certain people, in their eagerness to construct a world no external threat can penetrate build exaggeratedly high defense againts the outside world, againts new people, new places, different experiences and leave their own world stripped bare. It is there that bitterness begins irrevocable work.