A superstitious belief which embraces an error keeps the possibility open that the truth may come to arouse it; but when the truth is there, and the … - Søren Kierkegaard

I have never worked as hard as now. I go for a brief walk in the morning. Then I come home and sit in my room without interruption until about three o'clock. My eyes can barely see. Then with my walking stick in hand I sneak off to the restaurant, but am so weak that I believe that if somebody were to call out my name, I would keel over and die. Then I go home and begin again. In my indolence during the past months I had pumped up a veritable shower bath, and now I have pulled the string and the ideas are cascading down upon me: healthy, happy, merry, gay, blessed children born with ease and yet all of them with the birthmark of my personality.

عصر ما به موجب ذات خود، عصر تعمّق و فهم است، امّا از شور و شوق خالی است. همه کس همه چیز را می داند، همه کس می داند به چه راهی باید رفت و هر راه با راه دیگر چه تفاوت های جزئی ای دارد، امّا هیچ کس اراده ی حرکت ندارد.

Where am I? Who am I?
How did I come to be here?
What is this thing called the world?
How did I come into the world?
Why was I not consulted?
And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director?
I want to see him.