I Do Nothing, Granted. But I See

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

The Fear Of Your Own Solitude, Of Its Vast Surface And Its Infinity… Remorse Is The Voice Of Solitude. And What Does This Whispering Voice Say? Everything In Us That Is Not Human Anymore.

The Universal View Melts Things Into A Blur.

Man Started Out On The Wrong Foot. The Misadventure In Paradise Was The First Consequence. The Rest Had To Follow.

Chaos Is Rejecting All You Have Learned, Chaos Is Being Yourself.