A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them... Ein Mensch, der nicht durch die Hølle seiner Leidenschaften gegangen ist, hat sie auch nie uberwunden...

Passion for barrels or barrels of vine ?...

Well, who knows, who knows,
If once, way back, before me,
I did not leave from such a dock; if I, a ship
In the sun`s slanting dawn light,
Did not depart from some other port?
Who knows if I did not leave behind,
Before this hour of the external world I now see
Raying out around me, with poor people,
Some huge dock lined with a few people,
In a large half-waked city, with starving people...
A big mushrooming, commercial, apoplectic city,
With empty politicians, without empathy. and feelings for other than themselves.
Much as this one might be, out of Space and out of Time ?

We have to fight for...