Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.