Everything In My Past, In My Training,

Your Judgement Judges You And Defines You

Outside Nature, Against Nature, Without Excuse, Beyond Remedy, Except What Remedy I Find Within Myself.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

You Are -- Your Life, And Nothing Else.

This Is What I Thought: For The Most Banal Even To Become An Adventure, You Must (and This Is Enough) Begin To Recount It. This Is What Fools People: A Man Is Always A Teller Of Tales, He Sees Everything That Happens To Him Through Them; And He Tries To Live His Own Life As If He Were Telling A Story. But You Have To Choose: Live Or Tell.