Man Is An Idea, And A Precious

The Purpose Of A Writer Is To Keep Civilization From Destroying Itself.

I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.

Since The Order Of The World Is Shaped By Death, Mightn't It Be Better For God If We Refuse To Believe In Him, And Struggle With All Our Might Against Death Without Raising Our Eyes Towards The Heaven Where He Sits In Silence?

Love Cannot Accept What It Is. Everywhere On Earth It Cries Out Against Kindness, Compassion, Intelligence, Everything That Leads To Compromise. Love Demands The Impossible, The Absolute, The Sky On Fire, Inexhaustible Springtime, Life After Death, And Death Itself Transfigured Into Eternal Life.

Yes, I'm Happy, In Human Terms.