The Recent Experiences Of Pocketbooks Prove This.

Existence Precedes And Rules Essence.

Why Do You Keep Maintaining Your Ideas Are Right If You Can't Prove Them?

Everything Comes To Us From Others. To Be Is To Belong To Someone.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

Understand Me: I Wish To Be A Man From Somewhere, A Man Among Men. You See, A Slave, When He Passes By, Weary And Surly, Carrying A Heavy Load, Limping Along And Looking Down At His Feet, Only At His Feet To Avoid Falling Down; He Is In His Town, Like A Leaf In Greenery, Like A Tree In A Forest, Argos Surrounds Him, Heavy And Warm, Full Of Herself; I Want To Be That Slave, Electra, I Want To Pull The City Around Me And To Roll Myself Up In It Like A Blanket. I Will Not Leave.