To see oneself reflected in the Other
is something every human wants;
it reassures each doubting soul
that, indeed, it is an island in the stream.
The light of others is, however, not what makes us human, we are a ‘Ding an sich’
– of substance even on a hermit’s pillar!
The person with no core, where emptiness resides inside, is he who seeks attention never-ending,
who uses others as a magnifying glass,
to make the Pudels Kern, so insignificant,
appear as something splendid and heroic.
There, empathy will be the undiscovered land
because, as brother Dracula,
the undead narcissist will gain existence also through the blood of others.
‘What does it mean for me?’ is all that matters
when pestilence appears;
what jubilation when he sends the mob to fight and kill and die!
That good and ready night will find him not-so-gentle –
the anger that he feels and lives will turn, he hopes, his pettiness to grandeur!