We Are Two Abysses - A Well

I've Always Rejected Being Understood. To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself. I Prefer To Be Taken Seriously For What I'm Not, Remaining Humanly Unknown, With Naturalness And All Due Respect

Life Is Full Of Paradoxes, As Roses Are Of Thorns.

There Are Those That Even God Exploits, And They Are Prophets And Saints In The Vacuousness Of The World.

To Say! To Know How To Say! To Know How To Exist Via The Written Voice And The Intellectual Image! This Is All That Matters In Life; The Rest Is Men And Women, Imagined Loves And Factitious Vanities, The Wiles Of Our Digestion And Forgetfulness, People Squirming — Like Worms When A Rock Is Lifted — Under The Huge Abstract Boulder Of The Meaningless Blue Sky.

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.