Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto

But A Sort Of Rupture-in Anguish-leaves Us At The Limit Of Tears: In Such A Case We Lose Ourselves, We Forget Ourselves And Communicate With An Elusive Beyond.

We Want To Decipher Skies And Paintings, Go Behind These Starry Backgrounds Or These Painted Canvases And, Like Kids Trying To Find A Gap In A Fence, Try To Look Through The Cracks In The World.

The Anguish Of The Neurotic Individual Is The Same As That Of The Saint. The Neurotic, The Saint Are Engaged In The Same Battle. Their Blood Flows From Similar Wounds. But The First One Gasps And The Other One Gives.

Though The Immediate Impression Of Rebellion May Obscure The Fact, The Task Of Authentic Literature Is Nevertheless Only Conceivable In Terms Of A Desire For Fundamental Communication With The Reader.

An Intention That Rejects What Has No Meaning In Fact Is A Rejection Of The Entirety Of Being.