I am a mechanism, an assembly of various sections
and it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly,
that I am ill,
I am ill because of wounds to the soul,
to the deep emotional self
and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time.
Only time can help
and patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
long, difficult repentance, realization of life's mistakes,
and freeing oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake
which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.
a poem by D.H. Lawrence