Mankind Is Not A Circle With A

God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became A Woman.

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.

I Am For Religion, Against Religions.

All That Was Neither A City, Nor A Church, Nor A River, Nor Color, Nor Light, Nor Shadow: It Was Reverie. For A Long Time, I Remained Motionless, Letting Myself Be Penetrated Gently By This Unspeakable Ensemble, By The Serenity Of The Sky And The Melancholy Of The Moment. I Do Not Know What Was Going On In My Mind, And I Could Not Express It; It Was One Of Those Ineffable Moments When One Feels Something In Himself Which Is Going To Sleep And Something Which Is Awakening.