I Ask Myself: Is Every

I Want The Following Word: Splendor, Splendor Is Fruit In All Its Succulence, Fruit Without Sadness. I Want Vast Distances. My Savage Intuition Of Myself.

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.