There Is No Safe Standard To Tell

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

To Have Defined And Sure Opinions, Fixed And Known Instincts, Passions And Character - All That Is The Horror Of Turning Our Soul Into A Fact, Materialize It And Make It External.

The Abstract Intelligence Produces A Fatigue That's The Worst Of All Fatigues. It Doesn't Weigh On Us Like Bodily Fatigue, Nor Disconcert Like The Fatigue Of Emotional Experience. It's The Weight Of Our Consciousness Of The World, A Shortness Of Breath In Our Soul.

To Need To Dominate Others Is To Need Others. The Commander Is Dependent.