The Indestructible Is One: It Is Each

The Kafka Paradox: Art Depends On Truth, But Truth, Being Indivisable, Cannot Know Itself: To Tell The Truth Is To Lie. Thus The Writer Is The Truth, And Yet When He Speakes He Lies.

Not Everyone Can See The Truth, But He Can Be It.

To Every Instant There Is A Correspondence In Something Outside Time. This World Here And Now Cannot Be Followed By A Beyond, For The Beyond Is Eternal, Hence It Cannot Be In Temporal Contact With This World Here And Now.

Writing Means Revealing Oneself To Excess.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.