Impatiently waiting for tonight when I will see Nadja for the second time, having confusing, windy dreams and thoughts, my day starts in the bus towards work with the shocking Human Comedy
"Unless a man has pity he is inhuman and not yet truly a man, for out of pity comes the balm which heals. Only good men weep. If a man has not wept at the world's pain he is less than the dirt he walks upon because dirt will nourish, seed, root, stalk, leaf and flower, but the spirit of a man without pity is barren and will bring forth nothing- or only pride which must finally do murder of one sort or another- murder of good things, or murder even human lives... There will always be pain in things... Knowing this does not mean that a man shall despair. The good man will seek to take pain out of things. The foolish man will not even notice it except in himself. And the evil man will drive pain deeper into things and spread it about whatever he goes. But each man is guiltless, for the evil man no less than the foolish man or the good man did not ask to come here and did come alone, from nothing but from many worlds and from multitudes. The evil do not know they are evil and are therefore innocent. The evil man must be forgiven every day. He must be loved, because something, of each of us is in the most evil man in the world and something of him is in each of us. He is our and we are his. None of us is separate from any other. The peasant'r prayer us my prayer, the assassin's crime is my crime..."
"Unless a man has pity he is inhuman and not yet truly a man, for out of pity comes the balm which heals. Only good men weep. If a man has not wept at the world's pain he is less than the dirt he walks upon because dirt will nourish, seed, root, stalk, leaf and flower, but the spirit of a man without pity is barren and will bring forth nothing- or only pride which must finally do murder of one sort or another- murder of good things, or murder even human lives... There will always be pain in things... Knowing this does not mean that a man shall despair. The good man will seek to take pain out of things. The foolish man will not even notice it except in himself. And the evil man will drive pain deeper into things and spread it about whatever he goes. But each man is guiltless, for the evil man no less than the foolish man or the good man did not ask to come here and did come alone, from nothing but from many worlds and from multitudes. The evil do not know they are evil and are therefore innocent. The evil man must be forgiven every day. He must be loved, because something, of each of us is in the most evil man in the world and something of him is in each of us. He is our and we are his. None of us is separate from any other. The peasant'r prayer us my prayer, the assassin's crime is my crime..."
1943, William Saroyan
