I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in this turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found. It too cannot be quiet. On others let it wreak its dying rage, and leave me in peace.
The quote reflects the profound internal struggle of the speaker, who chooses not to dwell on their own sufferings while feeling deeply detached from their physical state. They describe a sense of resignation, a place where they feel they are silently fading away, hidden from awareness. The body continues its existence, but the true essence of the speaker feels lost and unrecognized, trapped in a cycle of despair.
This internal conflict is emphasized by the mention of thought, which continues to reach out for the speaker in a futile effort. The speaker's desire for peace is contrasted with the relentless nature of thought, which seems to unleash its anguish on others instead of finding solace. The overall sentiment conveys a deep sense of isolation and the struggle to escape from a painful existence.
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