To Him Who Has Nothing It Is

I Had Little Talent For Happiness.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

The Search For The Means To Put An End To Things, An End To Speech, Is What Enables The Discourse To Continue.

All Mankind Is Us, Whether We Like It Or Not.

Dance First. Think Later. It's The Natural Order.