A First Visit To A Madhouse Is

I Am Glad That I Do Not Have Any Children.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

The Selection Of Leadership Must Follow Practical Considerations. Maybe I Look At Things Too Pessimistically?