Just then, when you ask yourself what you should do for once. Just then it is so tempting to just do something – – – for once! Go among people. Communicate. To move something. Influence. Lead. Follow. Doesn’t matter. The main thing is to do something. Something halfway meaningful. That’s how it should appear to us then.
It is the cold pain of loneliness, the pale fear of this pain, which drive us to action. That force us to whitewash, to sound, to scream.
How then do I recognize it? How do I recognize that this desire for action comes only from my pain and not from my security? Simply by the fact that I ask myself at all what I could do now once. That’s how you recognize it. By the restlessness. Everything that doesn’t find its way into existence out of peace and serenity has its root in pain and only serves the suppressed panic desire for pain avoidance, is whistling in the woods, so that you don’t have to feel your loneliness.