It Is Comforting To Reflect

Work As Joy, Inaccessible To The Psychologists.

Should I Be Grateful Or Should I Curse The Fact That Despite All Misfortune I Can Still Feel Love, An Unearthly Love But Still For Earthly Objects.

Our Art Is A Way Of Being Dazzled By Truth: The Light On The Grotesquely Grimacing Retreating Face Is True, And Nothing Else.

What If I Slept A Little More And Forgot About All This Nonsense.

Do Not Waste Your Time Looking For An Obstacle - Maybe There Is None.