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I Felt Myself Being Invaded Through And Through, I Crumbled, Disintegrated, And Only Emptiness Remained.

Either Something Is Authentic Or It Is Unauthentic, It Is Either False Or True, Make-believe Or Spontaneous Life; Yet Here We Are Faced With A Prevaricated Truth And An Authentic Fake, Hence A Thing That Is At Once The Truth And A Lie.

For What Are Myths If Not The Imposing Of Order On Phenomena That Do Not Possess Order In Themselves? And All Myths, However They Differ From Philosophical Systems And Scientific Theories, Share This With Them, That They Negate The Principle Of Randomness In The World.

It Has No Meaning, What Do You Use To Write, The Only Thing That Is Important Is: What Do You Write. A Machine To Write A Book Instead Of A Writer Is Not Invented Yet, And Probably Will Never Be.

You Believe By Doubting And You Doubt By Believing; Yet This State Too Is Not The Final One.