Try to be free: you will die of hunger. - Emil Cioran

This world was created from God's fear of solitude. In other words, us, the creatures, have no other meaning but to distract the Creator. Poor clowns of the absolute, we forget that we live dramas for the boredom of a spectator, whose claps have never reached the ears of a mortal.

What anxiety when one is not sure of one's doubts or wonders: are these actually doubts?

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.