...I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, itโs not its fault. Thatโs obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage. If the old imbeciles hadnโt discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldnโt have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors!
Arthur RimbaudAnd 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.
Arthur RimbaudMy wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
Arthur Rimbaud