It's Impossible To Defend Oneself In The

This Tremendous World I Have Inside Of Me. How To Free Myself, And This World, Without Tearing Myself To Pieces. And Rather Tear Myself To A Thousand Pieces Than Be Buried With This World Within Me.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

In A Way, I Was Safe Writing

Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then You'll Torment Me Less.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.