I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I

Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

What Can It Matter To Me, That I Succeed Or Fail ? The Undertaking Is None Of Mine, If They Want Me To Succeed I'll Fail, And Vice Versa, So As Not To Be Rid Of My Tormentors.

Nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.