In Other Words, The Man Who Is

I Identify Myself In Language, But Only By Losing Myself In It Like An Object. What Is Realised In My History Is Not The Past Definite Of What Was, Since It Is No More, Or Even The Present Perfect Of What Has Been In What I Am, But The Future Anterior Of What I Shall Have Been For What I Am In The Process Of Becoming.

I Think Where I Am Not, Therefore I Am Where I Do Not Think. I Am Not Whenever I Am The Plaything Of My Thought; I Think Of What I Am Where I Do Not Think To Think.

The Reason We Go To Poetry Is Not For Wisdom, But For The Dismantling Of Wisdom

Aside From That Reservation, A Fictive Tale Even Has The Advantage Of Manifesting Symbolic Necessity More Purely To The Extent That We May Believe Its Conception Arbitrary.

What Does It Matter How Many Lovers You Have If None Of Them Gives You The Universe?