There Is No End. There Is No

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.

Everyone Knows That Time Is Death, That Death Hides In Clocks. Imposing Another Time Powered By The Clock Of The Imagination, However, Can Refuse His Law. Here, Freed Of The Grim Reaper's Scythe, We Learn That Pain Is Knowledge And All Knowledge Pain.

According To The Doctors, I'm Only Suffering From A Light Form Of Premature Baldness.

Going To The Cinema Is Like Returning To The Womb; You Sit There, Still And Meditative In The Darkness, Waiting For Life To Appear On The Screen.

A Creator Always Needs Excuses.