Is there really any reason to have faith?
Haven’t we lost more than that already?
The rally of the practically useless
Is no place for the remnants of reason.
We have divided ourselves amongst this house,
And we shall watch as it falls.
However, we are not what falls.
Of this, I do have faith.
Even a hut with a dirt floor is a house,
We needn’t give up already,
For this, there is no reason.
Cowardice is useless.
Faith outside ourselves is also useless
And with only that, each of us falls.
For this, there is a simple reason:
The only plunders received from faith
Were in our posession already.
We were born inside this house.
We’ve made a home of this house
But unhappy safety is useless.
And I’m sure you knew already,
That boredom is the cause of many falls.
Of this I need not a modicum of faith,
For I wield the battalions of reason.
Now let us put aside our reason
So that we may feel around the house
And let it rest on foundations of faith,
Though it seems a bit useless.
The house we love never falls
Of this, you knew nothing already.
We have played this game already
And dodged the realms of reason,
Where each one of us falls.
The street has replaced our house,
But it had become useless.
With only myself left, I place my faith.
Already, we radiate the forces of reason:
That which falls is that which is useless.
Our house will stand, of this I have faith.