If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices. - Emil Cioran

We are born to exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

For a long while I have lived with the notion that I was the most normal being that ever existed. This notion gave me the taste, even the passion for being unproductive: what was the use of being prized in a world inhabited by madmen, a world mired in mania and stupidity? For whom was one to bother, and to what end? It remains to be seen if I have quite freed myself from this certitude, salvation in the absolute, ruin in the immediate.

Objection to scientific knowledge: this world doesn't deserve to be known.