Life Without Utopia Is Suffocating, For The

Let Us Not Be Needlessly Bitter: Certain Failures Are Sometimes Fruitful.

Espousing The Melancholy Of Ancient Symbols, I Would Have Freed Myself.

One Cannot Live Without Motives. I Have No Motives Left, And I Am Living.

The Source Of Our Actions Resides In An Unconscious Propensity To Regard Ourselves As The Center, The Cause, And The Conclusion Of Time. Our Reflexes And Our Pride Transform Into A Planet The Parcel Of Flesh And Consciousness We Are.

What Are You Waiting For In Order To Give Up?