A Drawing by Franz Kafka (The Thinker, 1913)
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.
~ Franz Kafka
Kafka : 1883 ~ 1924