Literature + Illness = Illness

Death, In The Eastern Tradition, Was Only A Passage. What Wasn't Clear ... Was Toward What Place, What Reality, That Passage Led.

If Life Is Misery, Why Do We Endure It?

But Every Single Damn Thing Matters! Only We Don't Realize. We Just Tell Ourselves That Art Runs On One Track And Life, Our Lives, On Another, And We Don't Realize That's A Lie.

Only In Chaos Are We Conceivable.

Literature + Illness = Illness