There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.
pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.
I'm the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.
Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!
The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!
All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It's all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It'sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurlsstones, echoes of unknown voices - a collectivemishmash of life.