I Want To Keep Smashing Myself Until

History Portrays Everything As If It Could Not Have Come Otherwise. History Is On The Side Of What Happened.

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

Almost Kien Was Tempted To Believe In Happiness, That Contemptible Life-goal Of Illiterates. If It Came Of Itself, Without Being Hunted For, If You Did Not Hold It Fast By Force And Treated It With A Certain Condescension, It Was Permissible To Endure Its Presence For A Few Days

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.