They say ignorance is bliss.... they're wrong - Franz Kafka

To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of non-understanding, was impossible.

We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.