Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.
Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.