The Older I Become, The More I

Death: Do You Never Stop Questioning? Antonius Block: No. I Never Stop.

I Supply My Own Angels And Demons. I Exist On A Stony Beach, Which Lowers Itself In Waves Toward A Protective Ocean. A Dog Barks; A Child Cries; The Day Sinks And Becomes Night. You Can Never Scare Me. No Human Being Will Be Able To Scare Me Ever Again. I Have A Prayer That I Repeat To Myself In Absolute Stillness: May A Wind Come To Stir Up The Ocean And The Stifling Twilight. May A Bird Come From Water Out There And Explode The Silence With Its Call.

We Make Each Other Alive; It Doesn’t Make A Difference If It Hurts.

We Walk In Circles, So Limited By Our Own Anxieties That We Can No Longer Distinguish Between True And False, Between The Gangster's Whim And The Purest Ideal.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?