Only He Deserves Power Who Every Day

I Never Discuss Discussions.

If Even Dying Is To Be Made A Social Function, Then, Grant Me The Favor Of Sneaking Out On Tiptoe Without Disturbing The Party.

When The Sense Of The Earth Unites With The Sense Of One's Body, One Becomes Earth Of The Earth, A Plant Among Plants, An Animal Born From The Soil And Fertilizing It. In This Union, The Body Is Confirmed In Its Pantheism.

At Some Moment I Did Answer "yes" To Someone Or Something. And From That Hour On I Was Certain That Existence Is Meaningful.

Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards Our Neighbor An Expression Of Deepest Desire?