-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
What am I doing here?
You will always be a hyena.
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.