JCHRIST_IV

“I am no god: I feel it all too deeply. I am the worm that writhes in dust: see, As in the dust it lives, and seeks to eat, It’s crushed and buried by the passing feet.    [655] Is this not dust, what these vaults hold, These hundred shelves that cramp me: This junk, and all the thousand-fold Shapes, of a moth-ridden world, around me? Will I find here what I’m lacking else,    [660] Shall I read, perhaps, as a thousand books insist, That Mankind everywhere torments itself, So, here and there, some happy man exists?”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: Parts I & II