Behold an ideal so miraculous
That all people of the world honor it.
Behold that relationship with which
so many errors are brought and
so many memories are constructed.
But if it should break,
What then?
Doth its sting leave thee to its
Mercy for all Eternity?
If it shall leave thee broken to
the irreparable state only known in nightmares,
Why is it fostered?
Can man, in his stupidity, truly believe
that happiness doesn’t bring sorrow?
Or can he not believe that from
sorrow, happiness may arise?
Foolish mortals.
All which we hold sacred is also
What we hold accursed.
Cannot any person see the true
Evil in our imaginary Good?
If so, be he a beacon to all man.
That which we call friendship, though
Eternally enlightening,
is poison which to our souls doth irreparable damage.
Behold an idea so contagious
that all peoples of the world
are plagued by it.