Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain

No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

The Time-state Of Attainment Eliminates So Accurately The Time-state Of Aspiration, That The Actual Seems The Inevitable, And, All Conscious Intellectual Effort To Reconstitute The Invisible And Unthinkable As A Reality Being Fruitless, We Are Incapable Of Appreciating Our Joy By Comparing It With Our Sorrow.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

Words And Images Run Riot In My Head, Pursuing, Flying, Clashing, Merging, Endlessly. But Beyond This Tumult There Is A Great Calm, And A Great Indifference, Never Really To Be Troubled By Anything Again.