I Would Ask Something More Of This

We Have A World For Each One, But We Do Not Have A World For All.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Humanity Does Not Know Where To Go Because No One Is Waiting For It: Not Even God.