Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.
For politics is in its essence as Adams had said, the 'systematic organization of hatred': either you were organized or you were not.
My self is all to me. I don't have any need of you.
celebrate while you can
None of the rest of my life figures here.
The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt.