Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is

When I Was Born, I Was Almost Fourteen Years Old. That's Why I Was Able To Understand More Easily Than Most What It Was All About.

Ideologies Separate Us. Dreams And Anguish Bring Us Together.

Realism Falls Short Of Reality. It Shrinks It, Attenuates It, Falsifies It; It Does Not Take Into Account Our Basic Truths And Our Fundamental Obsessions: Love, Death, Astonishment. It Presents Man In A Reduced And Estranged Perspective. Truth Is In Our Dreams, In The Imagination.

It's Not A Certain Society That Seems Ridiculous To Me, It's Mankind.

God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And I Don't Feel So Well Myself.