Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.
I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.
Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.
I'm the empty stage where various actors act out various plays.
I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: itโs not me.
The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.