Our Responsibility Is Much Greater Than We

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

Consciousness Is A Being The Nature Of Which Is To Be Conscious Of The Nothingness Of Its Being.

I Exist. It's Sweet, So Sweet, So Slow. And Light: You'd Think It Floated All By Itself. It Stirs. It Brushes By Me, Melts And Vanishes. Gently, Gently. There Is Bubbling Water In My Mouth. I Swallow. It Slides Down My Throat, It Caresses Me — And Now It Comes Up Again Into My Mouth. For Ever I Shall Have A Little Pool Of Whitish Water In My Mouth - Lying Low - Grazing My Tongue. And This Pool Is Still Me. And The Tongue. And The Throat Is Me.

Our Responsibility Is Much Greater Than We Might Have Supposed, Because It Involves All Mankind.

Death Is A Continuation Of My Life Without Me.