Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the household of millions upon millions. - Søren Kierkegaard

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

"مردم از کنار بزرگ ترین خطر، که همانا از دست دادنِ "خویشتنِ" خود است، چنان بی سر و صدا می گذرند که انگار هیچ اهمیتی ندارد؛ از دست دادنِ هر چیز دیگر، مثل دست و پا، یک پنج دلاری، همسر و غیره، بیشتر مورد توجهشان قرار می گیرد."

I am poor — you are my riches; dark — you are my light; I own nothing, need nothing. And how could I own anything? After all, it is a contradiction that he can own something who does not own himself. I am happy as a child who is neither able to own anything nor allowed to. I own nothing, for I belong only to you; I am not, I have ceased to be, in order to be yours.” — Johannes the Seducer, from_Either/Or_