The Only People In This

..and Certain That Life Consisted Of A Few Simple Signals And Decisions; That Death Took Root At The Moment Of Birth And Man’s Only Recourse Thereafter Was To Water And Tend It; That Propagation Was A Fiction; Consequently, Society Was A Fiction Too; That Fathers And Teachers, By Virtue Of Being Fathers And Teachers, Were Guilty Of A Grievous Sin.

The Most Appropriate Type Of Daily Life For Me Was A Day-by-day World Destruction; Peace Was The Most Difficult And Abnormal State To Live In.

There Isn't Any Fear In Existence Itself, Or Any Uncertainty, But Living Creates It.

Again And Again, The Cicada's Untiring Cry Pierced The Sultry Summer Air Like A Needle At Work On Thick Cotton Cloth.

It Is A Rather Risky Matter To Discuss A Happiness That Has No Need Of Words.