The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Suffering Is Above, Not Below. And Everyone Thinks That Suffering Is Below. And Everyone Wants To Rise.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.