I Am Not Capitulating.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths.

A Person Who Has Not Completely Lost The Memory Of Paradise, Even Though It Is A Faint One, Will Suffer Endlessly. He Will Feel The Call Of The Essential World, Will Hear The Voice That Comes From So Far Away That One Cannot Find Out Where It Comes From, A Voice That Cannot Guide Him.

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

Of Course, Not Everything Is Unsayable In Words, Only The Living Truth.

Describe A Circle, Stroke Its Back And It Turns Vicious.