We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job...

Lucidity is the only vice which makes us free - free in a desert.

What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?