I Listened For The Echo, And I

The Best Belongs To Me And Mine; And If We Are Not Given It, We Take It: The Best Food, The Purest Sky, The Most Robust Thoughts, The Fairest Women!

I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say, Recovery, Return To My Self, The Breath Of A Free, Light, Playful Air.

The Priest Knows, As Every One Knows, That There Is No Longer Any "god," Or Any "sinner," Or Any "saviour" That "free Will" And The "moral Order Of The World" Are Lies : Serious Reflection, The Profound Self Conquest Of The Spirit, Allow No Man To Pretend That He Does Not Know It.

When I Contemplated Purpose I Also Contemplated Chance And Foolishness.

I Hate You Most Because You Attract, But Are Not Strong Enough To Pull Me To You.