Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living,

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

What I Want Is To Live Of That Initial And Primordial Something That Was What Made Some Things Reach The Point Of Aspiring To Be Human.

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

For Only When I Err Do I Get Away From What I Know And What I Understand. If "truth" Were What I Can Understand, It Would End Up Being But A Small Truth, My-sized. Truth Must Reside Precisely In What I Shall Never Understand.