I Don’t Understand How People Can Believe

We Dread The Future Only When We Are Not Sure We Can Kill Ourselves When We Want To.

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

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

Where Are My Sensations? They Have Melted Into... Me, And What Is This Me, This Self, But The Sum Of These Evaporated Sensations?

Lucidity's Task: To Attain A Correct Despair, An Olympian Ferocity.