Fate Is Written In The Face.

God May Not Play Dice But He Enjoys A Good Round Of Trivial Pursuit Every Now And Again.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.

All Art Is Autobiographical.

Marriage Is A Tyranny, A Mortification Of Man's Natural Instincts. Man Needs A Multiplicity Of Relationships.