It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. - Eugène Ionesco

Toată problema prepoporanistă a lui Alecu Russo, problema specificului românesc, a formelor goale ale culturii, teoria pseudomorfozelor culturii, a simbolismului ce revelează el singur adevăratul nostru spirit: cel latin, a sămănătorismului ce revelează el singur adevăratul nostru spirit: cel rural, a ortodoxismului ce revelează el singur adevăratul nostru spirit: cel slav, şi alte bâjbâieli, îmi aminteşte povestea aceluia care nu ştia dacă el sau frate-său mai e viu pentru că unul din ei — nu se ştie care — s-a înecat în baie.

It’s a play about the life and martyrdom of a modern saint, who has just been canonized by the Church — or is it beatified? Which comes first? I’m not sure. Anyway, his name was Father Maximilian Kolbe, a Pole, and he died in Auschwitz. They were going to send some prisoners to a mine, where they would die of hunger and thirst. Father Kolbe offered to go instead of a man who had a wife and children and didn’t want to die. That man is still alive. … It won’t matter to me at all whether the Church canonizes him or not. The important thing is that such a man existed. -->

But even if I know what governs their trajectory, if I know the rules of the movement of things and how things are organized and how certain mutations, transformations, gestations take place, even if I know all that, I shall only have learnt how to get along after a fashion in the enormous gaol, the oppressive prison in which I am held. What a farce, what a snare, what a booby-trap. We were born cheated. For if we are not to know, if there is nothing to know, why do we have this longing to know?