Wisdom Is Not Communicable. The Wisdom Which

One Day I Would Be A Better Hand At The Game. One Day I Would Learn How To Laugh. Pablo Was Waiting For Me, And Mozart Too.

Abraxas Was The God Who Was Both God And Devil.

Everyone Can Reach His Goal, If He Can Think, Wait And Fast.

A Wild Longing For Strong Emotions And Sensations Seethes In Me, A Rage Against This Toneless, Flat, Normal And Sterile Life. I Have A Mad Impulse To Smash Something, A Warehouse Perhaps, Or A Cathedral, Or Myself, To Committ Outrages.

No Permanence Is Ours, We Are A Wave That Flows To Fit Whatever Form It Finds.