Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

What Is That One Crucifixion Compared To The Daily Kind Any Insomniac Endures?

To Act Is To Anchor In An Imminent Future, So Imminent It Becomes Almost Tangible; To Act Is To Feel You Are Consubstantial With That Future.

My Mission Is To Suffer For All Those Who Suffer Without Knowing It. I Must Pay For Them, Expiate Their Unconsciousness, Their Luck To Be Ignorant Of How Unhappy They Are.

What Pride To Discover That Nothing Belongs To You - What A Revelation.