One Of The Secrets Of A Happy

We Defend Ourselves By Descriptions And Tame The World By Generalizing.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.

I Just Enjoy Translating, It's Like Opening One's Mouth And Hearing Someone Else's Voice Emerge.

The Best Thing About Being God Would Be Making The Heads.