Logic Is A Very Beautiful

As Soon As One Knows One Is Going To Die, Childhood Is Over.... So One Can Be Grown Up At Seven. Then, I Believe Most Human Beings Forget What They Have Understood, Recover Another Sort Of Childhood That Can Last All Their Lives. It Is Not A True Childhood But A Kind Of Forgetting. Desires And Anxieties Are There, Preventing You From Having Access To The Essential Truth.

There Are More Dead People Than Living. And Their Numbers Are Increasing. The Living Are Getting Rarer.

We Haven't The Time To Take Out Time.

God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And I Don't Feel So Well Myself.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths.