Conscious of not being able to separate myself from my time, I have decided to become part of it.

the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

Everybody knows life isn't worth living.

No ends, simply means.

The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.