Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
Je est un autre. (I is someone else).
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.