Cunning, Cunning, they need thy aid who tread the earth in human frames from one ordinary sunrise till one ordinary sunset, a fleeting moment - the breadth of a lifetime. Thy helping hand to smile, to please, and sometimes to shed a tear; to love and be loved, to be unmoved, unhurt, to be indifferent; to not be different, to be like and be liked; to hide and seek, as well as to be at two places at once; to be the same child to one's parents; to be the same parent to one's child; to be in a family, to be a friendly neighbor, to go to work daily and to change into a thousand versions of oneself; to write but not give oneself away, also, to write to give oneself away; to not be touched by Art; to not believe in another; to not always be right, to be a great hypocrite; to live and let die, that is, to survive; finally, to do the things one does to prepare for the end.