If One Could Only Say Just Once:

For Rich People, The Sky Is Just An Extra, A Gift Of Nature. The Poor, On The Other Hand, Can See It As It Is, A Gift Of Infinite Grace.

And Then Came Human Beings; Humans Wanted To Cling But There Was Nothing To Cling To.

There Is No Fate That Cannot Be Surmounted By Scorn.

Man Stands Face To Face With The Irrational. He Feels Within Him His Longing For Happiness And For Reason. The Absurd Is Born Of This Confrontation Between The Human Need And The Unreasonable Silence Of The World.

No Ends, Simply Means.