He Who Does Not Answer The Questions

Being Alone Has A Power Over Me That Never Fails. My Interior Dissolves (for The Time Being Only Superficially) And Is Ready To Release What Lies Deeper. When I Am Willfully Alone, A Slight Ordering Of My Interior Begins To Take Place And I Need Nothing More.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

For Everything Outside The Phenomenal World, Language Can Only Be Used Allusively, But Never Even Approximately In A Comparative Way, Since, Corresponding As It Does To The Phenomenal World, It Is Concerned Only With Property And Its Relations.

Religions Get Lost As People Do.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.