Life Is Full Of Paradoxes,

I Never Had Anyone I Could Call “master”. No Christ Died For Me. No Buddha Showed Me The Right Path. In The Depths Of My Dreams No Apollo Or Athena Appeared To Me To Enlighten My Soul

And Let Our Despite Go To Those Who Work And Fight And Our Hate To Those Who Hope And Trust.

My Joy Is As Painful As My Pain.

The Idea Of Any Social Obligation ... Just The Idea Of It Embarasses My Thoughts For A Day, And Sometimes It's Since The Day Before That I Worry, And Don't Sleep Well, And The Real Affair, When It Happens, Is Absolutely Insignificant And Justifies Nothing; And The Case Repeats Itself And I Never Learn To Learn.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.