Logic May Indeed Be Unshakeable,

I Carry The Bars Within Me.

I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.

Art Flies Around Truth, But With The Definite Intention Of Not Getting Burnt. Its Capacity Lies In Finding In The Dark Void A Place Where The Beam Of Light Can Be Intensely Caught, Without This Having Been Perceptible Before.

In A Certain Sense You Deny The Existence Of This World. You Explain Life As A State Of Rest, A State Of Rest In Motion.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us.