Titel
What might be written about that hard shell
with which a human being arms himself against the world,
and about that
which beats quietly behind it, hidden from sight.
For a soft core,
so I believe,
is carried within each and every one.
Only not everyone lets it be seen.
Some distract from it,
some conceal it with such skill
that we take only the outer surface for truth,
and some even misuse the deception
that lies between human beings.
I do not know.
Only this has remained with me:
that that strongman
must have felt my heartbeat.
And then he knew.
Perhaps that is why I first had to come to Basel
in order to learn how to interpret
what had already happened in Lyon.
For what is decisive rarely takes place
where we first assume it will.
And so all that remains for me is to keep thinking.
For I have not yet understood it fully.
