I Sometimes Need To Write Things Which

In Fact, Other People Create For Lack Of Power. I, On The Other Hand, Do Not Need A Work: I Live.

Absurd- That Is The Light Mind That Establishes Its Own Borders.

It Happens That The Stage Sets Collapse. Rising, Streetcar, Four Hours In The Office Or The Factory, Meal, Streetcar, Four Hours Of Work, Meal, Sleep, And Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday And Saturday According To The Same Rhythm – This Path Is Easily Followed Most Of The Time. But One Day The “why” Arises And Everything Begins In That Weariness Tinged With Amazement.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.