I Long For Solitude And Yet I

Of Course, Not Everything Is Unsayable In Words, Only The Living Truth.

We Are Made To Be Immortal, And Yet We Die. It's Horrible, It Can't Be Taken Seriously

Describe A Circle, Stroke Its Back And It Turns Vicious.

Many People Have Delusions Of Grandeur But You're Deluded By Triviality.

The Universe Seems To Me Infinitely Strange And Foreign. At Such A Moment I Gaze Upon It With A Mixture Of Anguish And Euphoria; Separate From The Universe, As Though Placed At A Certain Distance Outside It; I Look And I See Pictures, Creatures That Move In A Kind Of Timeless Time And Spaceless Space, Emitting Sounds That Are A Kind Of Language I No Longer Understand Or Ever Register.