Mest - Reason

My child, in recent months my hair has noticeably turned gray at the temples. A voice from within passionately led me to rest, to that peace, a dream of which I filled the soul of my Flying Dutchman many years ago. It was a fiery dream of a homeland, and not of the magnificent pleasures of life. Only a faithful, beautiful woman could give him such a homeland. So let us surrender together to a beautiful death! It pacifies and soothes our passions and desires. We will die a blessed death, with a quietly enlightened gaze and the holy smile of a beautiful celebration! No harm to others! And for us - a victory! .. "