Song of a Man Who Is Not Loved

The space of the world is immense, before me and around me; If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me; Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.

I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonder What effect I can have. My hands wave under The heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.

I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowing Me like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowing Whither or why or even how I am going.

So much there is outside me, so infinitely Small am I, what matter if minutely I beat my way, to be lost immediately?

How shall I flatter myself that I can do Anything in such immensity? I am too Little to count in the wind that drifts me through.