Any Order Is A Balancing

Melancholy Betrays The World For The Sake Of Knowledge. But In Its Tenacious Self-absorption It Embraces Dead Objects In Its Contemplation, In Order To Redeem Them

If Sleep Is The Apogee Of Physical Relaxation, Boredom Is The Apogee Of Mental Relaxation. Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience.

To The Lover The Loved One Always Appears As Solitary.

All The Decisive Blows Are Struck Left-handed.

The Concept Of Progress Must Be Grounded In The Idea Of Catastrophe. That Things Are 'status Quo' Is The Catastrophe