The reaction against your own thought in itself lends life to thought. How this reaction is born is hard to describe, because it identifies with the very rare intellectual tragedies. The tension, the degree and level of intensity of a thought proceeds from its internal antinomies, which in turn are derived from the unsolvable contradictions of a soul. Thought cannot solve the contradictions of the soul. As far as linear thinking is concerned, thoughts mirror themselves in other thoughts, instead of mirroring a destiny.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

To write books is to have a certain relation with original sin. For what is a book if not a loss of innocence, an act of aggression, a repetition of our Fall?

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.