"Emptiness" Chapter 45
I awoke one night, sat in the dark and looked toward the sorrowful city.

Many lonely lights made thoughts descend down in my mind.

Maybe a woken soul sits over there, a soul who switched on a light in the dark night to be seen.

For that someone shall come and give comfort and warmth, but no one comes because during the night men and women sleep. They sleep to be able to meet a new day at work. The lonely light continues to radiate.

When the day again rides over the beautiful horizon all wander out to the life in the light. No one notices the lonely lights which also shine during the day, for those who shine at night also shine during the day – none stand out. The lonely lights are seen, but it's of no use.

When the night rides over again the darkness sinks. Then I see again the lonely lights that shine in the dark, but the others sleep and can't see, cannot help.

These lights that always shine, extinguish before the others, for they have always burnt and never slept.

I sat in the dark and peered toward the city. Maybe others sat and did the same? Sat and looked toward the light they didn't have? They were what no one saw.

The day came in it's old chariot and we wandered out in the light again. But where the light is there is always shadows, we all have our own shadow. The unlit lights were lit up by the eyes on heaven and were not for man and woman a shadow. For when the light shines one can never be a shadow among the people, for even though one has a shadow, all others also have it.

This light never extinguishes, for if they never are lit then then light, warmth will burn to the ground.