I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

Light black. From pole to pole.

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Where you have nothing, there you should want nothing.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.

Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.