Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All

Maybe Innocence Makes Its Way Easiest Through The Elemental Chaos Of This World.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss. One Must — As In A Swimming Pool — Dare To Dive From The Quivering Springboard Of Trivial Everyday Experience And Sink Into The Depths, In Order To Later Rise Again — Laughing And Fighting For Breath — To The Now Doubly Illuminated Surface Of Things.

I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

I Am A Retiring, Silent, Unsociable, And Discontent Person.

A Stair Not Worn Hollow By Footsteps Is, Regarded From Its Own Point Of View, Only A Boring Something Made Of Wood.