All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
Word - that invisible dagger.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.
Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.