By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
In most cases we attach ourselves to in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach ourselves to God in horror of men.
To accomplish nothing and die of the strain
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.
Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.