I'm A Man For Whom The Outside

I Realize That I Was All Error And Deviation, That I Never Lived, That I Existed Only In So Far As I Filled Time With Consciousness And Thought.

In The Very Corner Of My Soul There Is An Altar To A Different God.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.

Whether Or Not They Exist We Are Slaves To Our Gods.

To Create, I Destroyed Myself; I Made Myself External To Such A Degree Within Myself That Within Myself I Do Not Exist Except In An External Fashion. I Am The Living Setting In Which Several Actors Make Entrances, Putting On Several Different Plays.