Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

When I Believe In Nothing, I Do Not Want To Meet You When You Believe In Nothing.

When I Die, I Will Not See Myself Die, For The First Time.

Humanity Does Not Know Where To Go Because No One Is Waiting For It: Not Even God.