My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is

I Just Know That I Don't Want Cheating. I Refuse. I Deepened Myself But I Don't Believe In Myself Because My Thought Is Invented.

My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is Unrecognizable, Extremely Interior, And There Is No Single Word That Gives It Meaning.

Even Great Men Are Only Truly Recognized And Honored Once They Are Dead. Why? Because Those Who Praise Them Need To Feel Themselves Somehow Superior To The Person Praised, They Need To Feel They Are Making Some Concession.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Everything In The World Began With A Yes. One Molecule Said Yes To Another Molecule And Life Was Born.