I am not a mechanism by D. H. Lawerence
I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
long and difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the freeing of oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.