For You Who No Longer Possess It,

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

I Do Not Forgive Myself For Being Born. It Is As If Creeping Into This World, I Had Profaned A Mystery, Betrayed Some Momentous Pledge, Committed A Fault Of Nameless Gravity.

True Contact Between Beings Is Established Only By Mute Presence, By Apparent Non-communication, By That Mysterious And Wordless Exchange Which Resembles Inward Prayer.

Once You See That Everything Is Unreal, You Can't See Why You Should Bother To Prove It.

He Who Has Never Envied The Vegetable Has Missed The Human Drama.