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The Annunciation – András Jeles

We exist, and yet we do not exist.

Woman, how infinitely I loved you. If I could part from you I might find more peace, and you might find more happiness. But we are bound by law and custom and the church. Together we must endure, until the grave absolves us.

Everything must glitter, for who would pay money to learn the truth?

Every babe is a Messiah. A bright, rising star to the family, who in time grows into the usual impertinent person.

Life, death, past and present… Naught but marionettes. And if their strings are broken, they are but lifeless rags.

Only a man tired of life, who hangs himself, gives the crowd a free show.