Once upon a time there was a poor child who had no father and no mother. Everyone was dead. He had nobody in the whole world. And seeing there was nobody left on earth, he wanted to go to heaven. And the moon gave him a friendly wink. And when in the end he came to the moon, it was rotten wood. So he went to the sun. And when he came to the sun, it was a withered sunflower. And when he came to the stars, they were tiny golden insects (stuck in place), as though by a butcherbird on blackthorn. And when he wanted to come back to earth again the earth was on an upturned cook pot. And he was all alone, and he sat down and cried. And he is sitting there still, all on his own.
-from the film version of Woyzeck by János Szász
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