Call Me Whatever You Like;

If You Look Long Enough Into The Void, The Void Begins To Look Back Through You.

I Am Really Very, Very Tired Of Everything - More Than Tired.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.

Animals Know Nothing Of Themselves, And They Also Know Nothing Of The World.

How Much Rationality And Higher Protection There Is In Such Self-deception, And How Much Falseness I Still Require In Order To Allow Myself Again And Again The Luxury Of My Sincerity.