I Considered Calmly That I Was Born

Criticism Often Takes From The Tree Caterpillars And Blossoms Together.

Nothingness Haunts Being.

I Clung To Nothing, In A Way I Was Calm. But It Was A Horrible Calm—because Of My Body; My Body, I Saw With Its Eyes, I Heard With Its Ears, But It Was No Longer Me; It Sweated And Trembled By Itself And I Didn’t Recognize It Any More.

Existence Precedes And Rules Essence.

A Lost Battle Is A Battle One Thinks One Has Lost.