I Was Escaping From Nature

There Is Only One Day Left, Always Starting Over: It Is Given To Us At Dawn And Taken Away From Us At Dusk.

In Order To Make Myself Recognized By The Other, I Must Risk My Own Life. To Risk One's Life, In Fact, Is To Reveal Oneself As Not-bound To The Objective Form Or To Any Determined Existence — As Not-bound To Life.

This Is The Basis For The Joy Of Love When There Is Joy; We Feel That Our Existence Is Justified.

A Lost Battle Is A Battle One Thinks One Has Lost.

Only The Guy Who Isn't Rowing Has Time To Rock The Boat.