I Can Wait For You Longer. Because

When Your Suffering Is A Little Greater Than My Suffering I Feel That I Am A Little Cruel.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.