I Considered Calmly That I Was Born

I Will Take It All: Tongs, Molten Lead, Prongs, Garrotes, All That Burns, All That Tears, I Want To Truly Suffer. Better One Hundred Bites, Better The Whip, Vitriol, Than This Suffering In The Head, This Ghost Of Suffering Which Grazes And Caresses And Never Hurts Enough.

I Have Changed As Everyone Changes: Within A Permanency.

We Cannot Withdraw Our Cards From The Game. Were We As Silent And Mute As Stones, Our Very Passivity Would Be An Act.

Nothingness Haunts Being.

This Is The Basis For The Joy Of Love When There Is Joy; We Feel That Our Existence Is Justified.