The truth is always an abyss.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

If this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you. Kafka (note to himself in journal)

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

Leop­ards break in­to the tem­ple and drink all the sac­ri­fi­cial ves­sels dry; it keeps hap­pen­ing; in the end, it can be cal­cu­lat­ed in ad­vance and is in­cor­po­rat­ed in­to the rit­ual.

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers, is contained in the dog. If one could but realize this knowledge, if one could but bring it into the light of day, if we dogs would but own that we know infinitely more than we admit to ourselves!

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.