A Distant Enemy Is Always

The More We Try To Rest Ourselves From Our Egos, The Deeper We Sink Into It.

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

Man Starts Over Again Everyday, In Spite Of All He Knows, Against All He Knows.

I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose Eyes Have Fallen Inside.

Just As Ecstasy Purifies You Of The Particular And The Contingent, Leaving Nothing Except Light And Darkness, So Insomnia Kills Off The Multiplicity And Diversity Of The World, Leaving You Prey To Your Private Obsessions.