Tragic Paradox Of Freedom: The Mediocre Men

To Defy Heredity Is To Defy Billions Of Years, To Defy The First Cell

The Multiplication Of Our Kind Borders On The Obscene; The Duty To Love Them, On The Preposterous.

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.

To Get Up In The Morning, Wash And Then Wait For Some Unforeseen Variety Of Dread Or Depression. I Would Give The Whole Universe And All Of Shakespeare For A Grain Of Ataraxy.

I Have Always Lived With The Awareness Of The Impossibility Of Living. And What Has Made Existence Endurable To Me Is My Curiosity As To How I Would Get From One Minute, One Day, One Year To The Next.