You will always be a hyena.

Unhappiness was my god.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

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.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.