I Come From The So-called Third World

The Longer I Live, The More Uninformed I Feel. Only The Young Have An Explanation For Everything.

Wishes And Fears Are Illusions, Dil Bahadur, Not Realities. You Must Practice Detachment.

As I Travel Through Life, I Gather Experiences That Lie Imprinted On The Deepest Strata Of Memory, And There They Ferment, Are Transformed, And Sometimes Rise To The Surface And Sprout Like Strange Plants From Other Worlds. What Is The Fertile Humus Of The Subconscious Composed Of? Why Are Certain Images Converted Into Recurrent Themes In Nightmares Or Writing?

Someone Has Said That Conversation Is Sex For The Soul.

I Have Seen These Persons Speak Unthinkingly, Not Realizing That To Speak Is Also To Be. Word And Gesture Are Man's Thought. We Should Not Speak Without Reason.