There Is Nothing Outside Of

The Circle Of The Return To Birth Can Only Remain Open, But This Is A Chance, A Sign Of Life, And A Wound.

I Speak Only One Language, And It Is Not My Own.

My Most Resolute Opponents Believe That I Am Too Visible, That I Am A Little Too Alive, That My Name Echoes Too Much In The Texts Which They Nevertheless Claim To Be Inaccessible.

I Was Wondering Myself Where I Am Going. So I Would Answer You By Saying, First, That I Am Trying, Precisely, To Put Myself At A Point So That I Do Not Know Any Longer Where I Am Going.

Learning To Live Ought To Mean Learning To Die - To Acknowledge, To Accept, An Absolute Mortality - Without Positive Outcome,or Resurrection, Or Redemption, For Oneself Or For Anyone Else. That Has Been The Old Philosophical Injunction Since Plato: To Be A Philosopher Is To Learn How To Die.