We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of

Try To Be Free: You Will Die Of Hunger.

I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose Eyes Have Fallen Inside.

No Matter Which Way We Go, It Is No Better Than Any Other. It Is All The Same Whether You Achieve Something Or Not, Have Faith Or Not, Just As It Is All The Same Whether You Cry Or Remain Silent.

Ideas Should Be Neutral. But Man Animates Them With His Passions And Folly. Impure And Turned Into Beliefs, They Take On The Appearance Of Reality. The Passage From Logic Is Consummated. Thus Are Born Ideologies, Doctrines, And Bloody Farce.

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.