After All, There Is Nothing But Failure.

...we Ask: Why Suicide? We Search For Reasons, Causes, And So On.... We Follow The Course Of The Life He Has Now So Suddenly Terminated As Far Back As We Can. For Days We Are Preoccupied With The Question: Why Suicide? We Recollect Details. And Yet We Must Say That Everything In The Suicide's Life- For Now We Know That All His Life He Was A Suicide, Led A Suicide's Existence- Is Part Of The Cause, The Reason, For His Suicide.

Arrogance Is An Utterly Appropriate Weapon To Use Against A Hostile World, A World In Which Arrogance Is Feared And Respected, Even If, Like Mine, It's Only Feigned.

In Theory We Understand People, But In Practice We Can't Put Up With Them, I Thought, Deal With Them For The Most Part Reluctantly And Always Treat Them From Our Point Of View. We Should Observe And Treat People Not From Our Point Of View But From All Angles, I Thought, Associate With Them In Such A Way That We Can Say We Associate With Them So To Speak In A Completely Unbiased Way, Which However Isn't Possible, Since We Actually Are Always Biased Against Everybody.

The Anger And The Brutality Against Everything Can Readily From One Hour To The Next Be Transformed Into Its Opposite.

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.