At That Point I Asked Myself: How

One Must Fight To Get To The Top, Especially If One Starts At The Bottom.

There Is An Infinite Amount Of Hope In The Universe ... But Not For Us.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

One Can Disintegrate The World By Means Of Very Strong Light. For Weak Eyes The World Becomes Solid, For Still Weaker Eyes It Seems To Develop Fists, For Eyes Weaker Still It Becomes Shamefaced And Smashes Anyone Who Dares To Gaze Upon It.

Don't Bend; Don't Water It Down; Don't Try To Make It Logical; Don't Edit Your Own Soul According To The Fashion. Rather, Follow Your Most Intense Obsessions Mercilessly.