How Can One Know Anything At All

Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner That I Have Grown... They Are So Stupid And Do Not Notice That I Am Standing Up Straighter!

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

My Different Personalities Leave Me In Peace Now.

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?