Seeking What Is True Is Not Seeking

In The Light, The Earth Remains Our First And Our Last Love. Our Brothers Are Breathing Under The Same Sky As We; Justice Is A Living Thing. Now Is Born That Strange Joy Which Helps One Live And Die, And Which We Shall Never Again Postpone To A Later Time.

Thus I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences, Which Are My Revolt, My Freedom, And My Passion. By The Mere Activity Of Consciousness I Transform Into A Rule Of Life What Was An Invitation To Death—and I Refuse Suicide.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

We Are Condemned To Live Together.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.