I Found I Could Extinguish All Human

Life Is The Farce Which Everyone Has To Perform.

I'm Now Making Myself As Scummy As I Can. Why? I Want To Be A Poet, And I'm Working At Turning Myself Into A Seer. You Won't Understand Any Of This, And I'm Almost Incapable Of Explaining It To You. The Idea Is To Reach The Unknown By The Derangement Of All The Senses. It Involves Enormous Suffering, But One Must Be Strong And Be A Born Poet. It's Really Not My Fault.

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

What Am I Doing Here?

What A Life! True Life Is Elsewhere. We Are Not In The World.