إن الخطيئة التي تعترف بها يُغفر لك نصفها. - Nikos Kazantzakis

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Speak straight and clear! I only hear that manly prayer
which like a huge fist breaks my head against the stones.

I should learn to run, to wrestle, to swim, to ride horses, to row, to drive a car, to fire a rifle. I should fill my soul with flesh. I should fill my flesh with soul. In fact, I should reconcile at last within me the two internal antagonists.