I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble

Ideas Come As You Walk, Nietzsche Said. Walking Dissipates Thoughts, Shankara Taught.

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Tolerance - The Function Of An Extinguished Ardor - Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.