I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse!

I Saw That All Beings Are Fated To Happiness: Action Is Not Life, But A Way Of Wasting Some Force, An Enervation. Morality Is The Weakness Of The Brain.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

Je Est Un Autre. (i Is Someone Else).