None Of Us Can Estimate What We

We All Grasp On To A Single Idea Of Ourselves, The Way Aging People Dye Their Hair. It’s No Matter That This Dye Doesn’t Fool You. My Lady, You Don’t Dye Your Hair To Decieve Other People, Or To Fool Yourself, But Rather To Cheat Your Image In Your Mirror A Little.

Do You Believe You Can Know Yourselves If You Don't Somehow Con- Struct Yourselves? Or That I Can Know You If I Don't Construct You In My Way? And Can You Know Me If I Don't Construct You In My Way? We Can Know Only What We Succeed In Giving Form To.

Personally, I Don't Give A Rap For Documents; For The Truth In My Eyes Is Not In Them But In The Mind.

We're Like So Many Puppets Hung On The Wall, Waiting For Someone To Come And Move Us Or Make Us Talk.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.