Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By

I Think We Are Responsible For The Universe, But That Doesn't Mean We Decide Anything.

A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened Dream.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See, But It Is Impossible. Humans Hide Their Secrets Too Well.

My Investigations Resembled The Pursuit Of The Solution To A Problem For Which I Had Three Data: The Object, The Thing Connected With It In The Shadow Of My Consciousness, And The Light Wherein That Thing Would Become Apparent.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.