To The Lover The Loved

A Blind Determination To Save The Prestige Of Personal Existence, Rather Than, Through An Impartial Disdain For Its Impotence And Entanglement, At Least To Detach It From The Background Of Universal Delusion, Is Triumphing Almost Everywhere.

Less And Less Frequently Do We Encounter People With The Ability To Tell A Tale Properly. More And More Often There Is Embarrassment All Around When The Wish To Hear A Story Is Expressed. It Is As If Something That Seemed Inalienable To Us, The Securest Among Our Possessions, Were Taken From Us: The Ability To Exchange Our Experiences...experience Has Fallen In Value. And It Looks As If It Is Continuing To Fall Into Bottomlessness.

How Many Cities Have Revealed Themselves To Me In The Marches I Undertook In The Pursuit Of Books!

For Every Second Of Time Was The Strait Gate Through Which The Messiah Might Enter.

The Film Is The First Art Form Capable Of Demonstrating How Matter Plays Tricks On Man.