We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.
You cannot protect your solitude if you cannot make yourself odious.
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.