That is my morality or my metaphysics or me myself: a passer-by in everything, even my own soul. I belong to nothing, I desire nothing, I am nothing except an abstract centre of impersonal sensations, a sentient mirror fallen from the wall but still turned to reflect the diversity of the world.
Fernando PessoaI am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.
Fernando Pessoa