Love Is The Only Future God Offers.

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.

To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

Symmetry Is Ennui, And Ennui Is The Very Essence Of Grief And Melancholy. Despair Yawns.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

Despotism Is A Long Crime.