Solitude Is Indeed Dangerous For A Working

I Told Myself: 'i Am Surrounded By Unknown Things.' I Imagined Man Without Ears, Suspecting The Existence Of Sound As We Suspect So Many Hidden Mysteries, Man Noting Acoustic Phenomena Whose Nature And Provenance He Cannot Determine. And I Grew Afraid Of Everything Around Me – Afraid Of The Air, Afraid Of The Night. From The Moment We Can Know Almost Nothing, And From The Moment That Everything Is Limitless, What Remains? Does Emptiness Actually Not Exist? What Does Exist In This Apparent Emptiness?

How Weak Our Mind Is; How Quickly It Is Terrified And Unbalanced As Soon As We Are Confronted With A Small, Incomprehensible Fact. Instead Of Dismissing The Problem With: "we Do Not Understand Because We Cannot Find The Cause," We Immediately Imagine Terrible Mysteries And Supernatural Powers.

The Secret Is Not To Betray Your Ignorance. Just Maneuver, Avoid The Quicksands And Obstacles, And The Rest Can Be Found In A Dictionary.

You'll Find That My Coquetry Is Quite Impartial, Which Allows Me To Keep My Friends.

One Sometimes Weeps Over One's Illusions With As Much Bitterness As Over A Death.