While To Live In The Past And

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.

Death Does Not Frighten Me, But Dying Obscurely And Above All Uselessly Does.

A Subject To Which Few Intellectuals Ever Give A Thought Is The Right To Be A Vagrant, The Freedom To Wander. Yet Vagrancy Is A Deliverance, And Life On The Open Road Is The Essence Of Freedom. To Have The Courage To Smash The Chains With Which Modern Life Has Weighted Us (under The Pretext That It Was Offering Us More Liberty), Then To Take Up The Symbolic Stick And Bundle And Get Out.

From Every Ruin, Life Springs Up Again And Everything That Dies Is Born Again.