When My Face Is Flushed With Blood,

How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is More Talkative Than I Am!

I Enjoyed The Innocence Of Unhappiness And Of Helplessness; Could I Blame Myself For A Sin Which Attracted Me, Which Flooded Me With Pleasure Precisely To The Extent It Brought Me To Despair?

To Place Oneself In The Position Of God Is Painful: Being God Is Equivalent To Being Tortured. For Being God Means That One Is In Harmony With All That Is, Including The Worst. The Existence Of The Worst Evils Is Unimaginable Unless God Willed Them.

The Circumstances Of My Life Are Paralyzing.

If I Want To Realize Totality In My Consciousness, I Have To Relate Myself To An Immense, Ludicrous, And Painful Convulsion Of All Of Humanity.