True Moral Elegance Consists In The Art

Ideas Come As You Walk, Nietzsche Said. Walking Dissipates Thoughts, Shankara Taught.

What Strangely Enchanted Tunes Gush Forth During Those Sleepless Nights!

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

It Is Enough For Me To Hear Someone Talk Sincerely About Ideals, About The Future, About Philosophy, To Hear Him Say “we" With A Certain Inflection Of Assurance, To Hear Him Invoke "others" And Regard Himself As Their Interpreter - For Me To Consider Him My Enemy.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.