There It Is: I Am Gently Slipping

Existence Is An Imperfection.

Existence Is Prior To Essence.

Existence Is Not Something Which Lets Itself Be Thought Of Form A Distance; It Must Invade You Suddenly, Master You, Weigh Heavily On Your Heart Like A Great Motionless Beast - Or Else There Is Nothing At All.

I Am Alone In This White, Garden-rimmed Street. Alone And Free. But This Freedom Is Rather Like Death.

I Found The Human Heart Empty And Insipid Everywhere Except In Books.