You Do Not See The River Of

Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man Like Tomorrow.

When I Die, I Will Not See Myself Die, For The First Time.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Certainties Are Arrived At Only On Foot.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.