Poem from Stalker-

May everything come true. May they believe.
And may they laugh at they own passions
…for what they call passion is not really the energy of the Soul
but merely fiction between the Soul and outside world
but above all, May them believe in themselves
and become helpless as children
for softness is great and strength is worthless
When man is born he is soft and pliable
When he dies he is strong and hard
When a tree grows it is soft and pliable
but when it is dry and hard, it dies
hardness and strength is death’s companions
Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life
That which has become hard
Shall not triumph.