Every Rebellion Implies Some Kind Of Unity.

In A Universe Suddenly Divested Of Illusion And Lights, Man Feels An Alien, A Stranger. His Exile Is Without Remedy Since He Is Deprived Of The Memory Of A Lost Home Or The Hope Of A Promised Land.

There Is Always A Philosophy For Lack Of Courage.

One Recognizes One's Course By Discovering The Paths That Stray From It.

And Then Came Human Beings; Humans Wanted To Cling But There Was Nothing To Cling To.

The Primordial Sea Indefatigably Repeats The Same Words And Casts Up The Same Astonished Beings On The Same Sea-shore.