Sailing Is Necessary, Living Is Not Necessary.

I'd Like To Be In The Country So That I'd Could Like Being In The City.

I Don't Mourn The Loss Of My Childhood; I Mourn Because Everything, Including (my) Childhood, Is Lost.

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

That Is My Morality Or My Metaphysics Or Me Myself: A Passer-by In Everything, Even My Own Soul. I Belong To Nothing, I Desire Nothing, I Am Nothing Except An Abstract Centre Of Impersonal Sensations, A Sentient Mirror Fallen From The Wall But Still Turned To Reflect The Diversity Of The World.

There Are Those That Even God Exploits, And They Are Prophets And Saints In The Vacuousness Of The World.