The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
And all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I need know nothing. Here all is clear. No, all is not clear. But the discourse must go on. So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.