I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self,
And wounds to the soul take a long, long time,
Only time can help,
And patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
Long, difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake,
And the freeing oneself from the endless repetition of the mistake
Which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.