Life Is A Story And God Is

You Know Very Well That I No Longer Think. I Am Far Too Intelligent For That.

Over There, In Europe, All Was Shame And Anger. Here It Was Exile Or Solitude, Among These Languid And Agitated Madmen Who Danced In Order To Die.

It Is Natural To Give A Clear View Of The World After Accepting The Idea That It Must Be Clear.

I Know Simply That The Sky Will Last Longer Than I.

That Must Be Wonderful; I Have No Idea Of What It Means.