The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.

Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

When one does nothing, one believes oneself responsible for everything.

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.

Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.