Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
My heaviness comes from the heights.