إن المستحيل مغرٍ ولا يوجد لدي ما أخسره - Ingmar Bergman

No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad.

¿Por qué, al menos, no me es posible matar a Dios en mi interior? ¿Por qué prefiere vivir en mí de una forma tan dolorosa y humillante, puesto que yo le maldigo y desearía expulsarlo de mi corazón? ¿Sabes? Estoy a punto de llegar a una conclusión... Creo que Dios es una especie de realidad engañosa, de la cual los hombres como yo no podemos desprendernos

My basic view of things is — not to have any basic view of things. From having been exceedingly dogmatic, my views on life have gradually dissolved. They don't exist any longer... I've a strong impression that our world is about to go under. Our political systems are deeply compromised and have no further uses. Our social behavior patterns — interior and exterior — have proved a fiasco. The tragic thing is, we neither can nor want to, nor have the strength to alter course. It's too late for revolutions, and deep down inside ourselves we no longer even believe in their positive effects. Just around the corner an insect world is waiting for us — and one day it's going to roll in over our ultra-individualized existence. Otherwise I'm a respectable social democrat.