I Exist, That Is All, And I

I Say A Murder Is Abstract. You Pull The Trigger And After That You Do Not Understand Anything That Happens.

I Do Not Think Therefore I Am A Moustache

Nothing Happens While You Live. The Scenery Changes, People Come In And Go Out, That's All. There Are No Beginnings. Days Are Tacked On To Days Without Rhyme Or Reason, An Interminable, Monotonous Addition.

There Is No Salvation Anywhere. The Idea Of Salvation Implies The Idea Of An Absolute.

The Aim Of Language...is To Communicate...to Impart To Others The Results One Has Obtained...as I Talk, I Reveal The Situation...i Reveal It To Myself And To Others In Order To Change It.