I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple Garlands from window to window Golden chains from star to star … And I dance.
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.