Then a man tore out my eyes.
Now I have a gift.
So I give.
I don't see the wrong in that.
All of you look at me, thinking
it's more, it's a great joy.

But it's a celebration in despair.
No one sees that.

I can't decide.
That's how it is. I decide nothing.
I told you, I decide nothing.
I'm just like that.
Nothing I can do about it.
I live with that. I accept it.
I feel I speak the truth.
The truth is a force.
I told you,
my life changed violently.

Sometimes I feel happy.
They trust me with the trivial.
They trust Tiresia with their souls.
A horrible night which seems endless.
A real priest is never liked.
I believe people like me enough.
Tiresia said my pride
would soon pass.

That what I thought was an ulcer
was only temporary.

But I would have a dental problem.
I feel lost.
I don't understand it all.
I just take it.
Now I see separate things
seem to be connected.