What Are You? What Am I? Those

Politics Is A Subordinate Matter; Its Form Of Appearance Constantly Changes Depending On The Needs Of The Masses, The Same Way Cocottes Adjust To The Needs Of Men By Transforming And Masking Themselves. Because Of That It Is Not Fundamental. That Is About What Endures, What Is Unique, What Is In The Stream Of Illusions - What Is Eliminated From The Workings Of The Shadows.

One Of My Problems Is To Find The Ego, Which Has Only One Form And Is Immortal - To Find It In Animals And Men, In The Heaven And In The Hell Which Together Form The World In Which We Live.

I Do Not Weep: I Loathe Tears, For They Are A Sign Of Slavery.

I Am Seeking For The Bridge Which Leans From The Visible To The Invisible Through Reality.

The Stronger And More Intense My Desire Becomes To Capture And Record That Which Is Unsayable, The More Tightly My Mouth Stays Shut.