O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.