I, Who Called Love My Hope For

How Was She To Tie Herself To A Man Without Permitting Him To Imprison Her? And Was There Some Means Of Acquiring Things Without Those Things Possessing Her?

Whether She Won Or Lost, She Would Continue To Wrestle With Life. It Would Not Be With Her Own Life Alone But With All Of Life. Something Had Finally Been Released Within Her. And There It Was, The Sea.

All The World Began With A Yes. One Molecule Said Yes To Another Molecule And Life Was Born. But Before Prehistory There Was The Prehistory Of The Prehistory And There Was The Never And There Was The Yes. It Was Ever So. I Don’t Know Why, But I Do Know That The Universe Never Began. Make No Mistake, I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort.

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

For Only When I Err Do I Get Away From What I Know And What I Understand. If "truth" Were What I Can Understand, It Would End Up Being But A Small Truth, My-sized. Truth Must Reside Precisely In What I Shall Never Understand.