Jupiter: I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you? Orestes: You. But you should not have created me free. - Jean-Paul Sartre

Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless buzzing.

Only a neutral, who is indifferent to the stake and perhaps to all stakes, can appreciate aesthetically the grandeur of a fine disaster

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.