For Me The World Is Weird Because

Things Are Only Real After One Has Learned To Agree On Their Realness. What Took Place This Evening, For Instance, Cannot Possibly Be Real To You, Because No One Could Agree With You About It. 'do You Mean That You Didn't See What Happened?'. Of Course I Did. But I Don't Count. I Am The One Who's Lying To You, Remember?

The Aim Is To Balance The Terror Of Being Alive With The Wonder Of Being Alive.

The World Doesn't Yield To Us Directly, The Description Of The World Stands In Between. So, Properly Speaking, We Are Always One Step Removed And Our Experiences Of The World Is Always A Recollection Of The Experience. We Are Perennially Recollecting The Instant That Has Just Happened, Just Passed. Re Recollect, Recollect, Recollect.

Your Thoughts And Your Actions Are Fixed Forever In Their Terms. That Is Slavery. I, On The Other Hand, Brought You Freedom. Freedom Is Expensive, But The Price Is Not Impossible. So, Fear Your Captors, Your Masters. Don't Waste Your Time And Your Power Fearing Me.

Power Rests On The Kind Of Knowledge One Holds. What Is The Sense Of Knowing Things That Are Useless?