Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

We, All Who Live, Have A Life That Is Lived And Another Life That Is Thought, And The Only Life We Have It's The One That Is Divided In Right Or Wrong.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.