Translations Are A Partial And Precious Documentation

I Thought Of A Labyrinth Of Labyrinths, Of One Sinuous Spreading Labyrinth That Would Encompass The Past And The Future . . . I Felt Myself To Be, For An Unknown Period Of Time, An Abstract Perceiver Of The World.

Only In The Present Do Things Happen.

I Will Pause To Consider This Eternity From Which The Subsequent Ones Derive.

From My Weakness, I Drew Strength That Never Left Me.

The Earth We Inhabit Is An Error, An Incompetent Parody. Mirrors And Paternity Are Abominable Because They Multiply And Affirm It.