Picking up a little boy on the roadside and raising him, he eventually became a fool.
My heart is always tense and trembling for you; but you feel nothing about it, just as you have a pocket watch in your pocket and you feel nothing about its taut spring. This clockwork is patiently counting your hours in the dark, calculating your time, running around with you with its inaudible heartbeat, and you only glance at it once during its millions of ticking seconds.
—— Zweig, "Letter from a Strange Woman"
Intention: To love and be loved