Boredom Flourishes Too, When You

We Are Made To Be Immortal, And Yet We Die. It's Horrible, It Can't Be Taken Seriously

To Tear Ourselves Away From The Everyday, From Habit, From Mental Laziness Which Hides From Us The Strangeness Of Reality, We Must Receive Something Like A Real Bludgeon Blow.

The More I Try To Explain Myself, The Less I Understand Myself.

We Have Not The Time To Take Our Time.

Everything That Has Been Will Be, Everything That Will Be Is, Everything That Will Be Has Been.