I Would Go To Heaven, But I

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

I Would Ask Something More Of This World, If It Had Something More.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.