Anyone who is already giving selflessly will never again want to fearfully grub for himself. He is in secure peace and only observes the dance of death of fear and loneliness from the outside. The play in futility and madness with dead things. He knows that the world is only a slaughterhouse when man thinks it is. That when he opens his eyes, he suddenly finds himself on a wide sunlit spring-like plain. Safe and sheltered. In eternal peace.