Realists Do Not Fear The Results Of

Since I Wasn't Consulted At The Time Of The Creation Of The World, I Reserve For Myself The Right To Have My Own Opinion About It.

I Am Crazy About Mysterious Things.

I Am Alone, I Thought, And They Are Everybody.

And So In That Very Shame I Suddenly Begin A Hymn.

Perhaps A Normal Man Is Supposed To Be Stupid-how Do We Know? Perhaps It's Even Very Beautiful.