We Have Not The Time To Take

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

We Are Made To Be Immortal, And Yet We Die. It's Horrible, It Can't Be Taken Seriously

As Soon As One Knows One Is Going To Die, Childhood Is Over.... So One Can Be Grown Up At Seven. Then, I Believe Most Human Beings Forget What They Have Understood, Recover Another Sort Of Childhood That Can Last All Their Lives. It Is Not A True Childhood But A Kind Of Forgetting. Desires And Anxieties Are There, Preventing You From Having Access To The Essential Truth.

Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is The Only Gateway To The Incomprehensible.

Everything That Has Been Will Be, Everything That Will Be Is, Everything That Will Be Has Been.