One Thing Must Be Avoided At All

Reality Is As Thin As Paper And Betrays With All Its Cracks Its Imitative Character.

...."the Sound Of A Barrel Organ Rising From The Deepest Golden Vein Of The Day; Two Or Three Bars Of A Chorus, Played On A Distant Piano Over And Over Again, Melting In The Sun On The White Pavement, Lost In The Fire Of High Noon.

Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which Hide Unknown Forms Of Life.

So, It Comes To Pass That, When We Pursue An Inquiry Beyond A Certain Depth, We Step Out Of The Field Of Psychological Categories And Enter The Sphere Of The Ultimate Mysteries Of Life. The Floorboards Of The Soul, To Which We Try To Penetrate, Fan Open And Reveal The Starry Firmament.

Now The Windows, Blinded By The Glare Of The Empty Square, Had Fallen Asleep. The Balconies Declared Their Emptiness To Heaven; The Open Doorways Smelt Of Coolness And Wine.