What The Painter Adds To

In The State I Was In, If Someone Had Come And Told Me I Could Go Home Quietly, That They Would Leave Me My Life Whole, It Would Have Left Me Cold: Several Hours Or Several Years Of Waiting Is All The Same When You Have Lost The Illusion Of Being Eternal.

Ah! Yes, I Know: Those Who See Me Rarely Trust My Word: I Must Look Too Intelligent To Keep It.

Being Is. Being Is In-itself. Being Is What It Is.

What Never Vary Are The Necessities Of Being In The World, Of Having To Labor And To Die There.

Existence Is Prior To Essence.