To find is the thing.
I am only a public entertainer who understands his time.
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.
Whatever is most abstract may perhaps be the summit of reality.