In my youth I was possessed with great ambition
to write the great symphony, to write the great novel.
Over time it somehow became smaller
It became the great play, the great song, the great poem
... then the great nothing
and I was consumed with great agitation.
Only much later I came to realize my
conceit of wanting to be famous and remembered
are merely leavings and souvenir trinkets of a voyage.
In my wayfaring I learnt the pain of existence
and the divine truth and pleasure of oblivion