I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path. - Jean-Paul Sartre

I am beginning to believe that nothing can ever be proved. These are honest hypotheses which take the facts into account: but I sense so definitely that they come from me, and that they are simply a way of unifying my own knowledge. Not a glimmer comes from Rollebon's side. Slow, lazy, sulky, the facts adapt themselves to the rigour of the order I wish to give them; but it remains outside of them. I have the feeling of doing a work of pure imagination.

Anyhow, isn't it better to think we've got here by
mistake?

I took everything as seriously as if I were immortal.