Some Of My Affectionate Envious Friends Say,

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.

Dynamic Ecstasy Is Absolute Romanticism , Absolute Heroism . And Here I Return To My Point. From My Point Of View, After The Catastrophe Which We Feel And Think Is Universal, A Catastrophe Resulting From An Excess Of Useless Dynamism Of Useless Progress, Of Useless Realism, Of Useless Technology, After This An Unattainable Democracy Is To Be Reached Through The Conception And Realization Of A New Romanticism.

The Greatest Assassin Of Life Is Haste, The Desire To Reach Things Before The Right Time Which Means Overreaching Them.

I Am Not I. I Am This One Walking Beside Me Whom I Do Not See, Whom At Times I Manage To Visit, And Whom At Other Times I Forget; Who Remains Calm And Silent While I Talk, And Forgives, Gently, When I Hate, Who Walks Where I Am Not, Who Will Remain Standing When I Die.

Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What I Already Possess.