True Contact Between Beings Is Established Only

To Devastate By Language, To Blow Up The Word And With It The World.

To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny, Disgust Would Paralyze Us, We Would Be Doomed To A Thankless Existence.

I Would Like To Go Mad On One Condition, Namely, That I Would Become A Happy Madman, Lively And Always In A Good Mood, Without Any Troubles And Obsessions, Laughing Senselessly From Morning To Night.