You shall be drunk, and be full up of drunken passions, till you cannot stand to be drunk and passionate anymore, till you are dizzy and sick with drunken passions, till you are a dizzy drunk mass, full up of dizzy thought and wild emotion. You shall desire sleep, for only in dreamless sleep can you rest from your dizzy emotions, only in dreamless sleep can you escape from your dizzy passions; but your dreams shall be wild, they shall toss you on a stormy sea, they shall torment you with their wild confusion; and when you awake, you shall be dizzy with your passions and your emotions, and you shall repeat "All is lost," and "Is there nothing left?" over and over and over and over. You shall write a book, one thousand pages long, that repeats, "Is there nothing left?" again and again and again and again. And indeed there shall be nothing left for you, your cup shall run dry, you shall be shut up behind locked doors, bound hand and foot, nailed inside a casket; and you shall live and live and live and live: you shall be nothing but the living thing, doing nothing but staying alive. You shall do nothing all your life but stay alive: you shall not walk here or there, you shall not pick anything up or put anything down, you shall not set things in pairs or set things alone, you shall not eat or drink, you shall not speak to another human being; you shall do nothing all your life but stay alive, live and stay alive.