What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.