How Cruel My Suffering Is,—no One Is

The Sacred Demands The Violation Of What Is Normally The Object Of Terrified Respect.

Existence As Entirety Remains Beyond Any One Meaning And It Is The Conscious Presence Of Humanness In The World Inasmuch As This Is Nonmeaning, Having Nothing To Do Other Than Be What It Is, No Longer Able To Go Beyond Itself Or Give Itself Some Kind Of Meaning Through Action.

Thought Does Not Ennoble Us And Neither Does It Differentiate Humans From Other Animals.

The Circumstances Of My Life Are Paralyzing.

Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But Prostitution Is The Natural Apotheosis Of The Feminine Attitude.