I'd Woken Up Early, And

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

One Or Another Man, Liberated Or Cursed, Suddenly Sees-but Even This Man Sees Rarely-that All We Are Is What We Aren't, That We Fool Ourselves About What's True And Are Wrong About What We Conclude Is Right. And This Man, Who In A Flash Sees The Universe Naked, Creates A Philosophy Or Dreams Up A Religion; And The Philosophy Spreads And The Religion Propagates, And Those Who Believe In The Philosophy Begin To Wear It As A Suit They Don't See, And Those Who Believe In The Religion Put It On As A Mask They Soon Forget.

I Feel As If I'm Always On The Verge Of Waking Up.

Multipliquei-me Para Me Sentir.