Don't Touch Me! Don't Question Me! Don't

The Memory Came Faint And Cold Of The Story I Might Have Told, A Story In The Likeness Of My Life, I Mean Without The Courage To End Or The Strength To Go On.

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.