I Would Ask Something More Of This

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

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

When I Look For My Existence I Do Not Look For It In Myself.