When I Am Not Desperate, I Am

What Doesn't Hurt - Is Not Life; What Doesn't Pass - Is Not Happiness.

I Do Not Fear Invisible Worlds.

There Comes A Time When A Man Finds Himself In Front Of A Dark Uncrossable Abyss, Which He Himself Has Spent Years Digging. He Cannot Go Forward, And Has No Way Back. Words Have Failed, Tears Won't Help, And Who Would He Call Out To? He Can't Even Remember His Own Name. Then The Man Sees That On This God's Green Earth There Is But One True Suffering: The Torment Of Guilty Conscience.

One Shouldn't Be Afraid Of The Humans. Well, I Am Not Afraid Of The Humans, But Of What Is Inhuman In Them.

They Entered There Into The Unconscious Philosophy Of The Town; That Life Was An Incomprehensible Marvel, Since It Was Incessantly Wasted And Spent, Yet None The Less It Lasted And Endured 'like The Bridge On The Drina'.