Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise. - Emil Cioran

Always to have lived with the nostalgia to coincide with something, but not really knowing with what — it is easy to shift from unbelief to belief, or conversely. But what is there to convert to, and what is there to abjure, in a state of chronic lucidity?

Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

Of all that makes us suffer, nothing — so much as disappointment — gives us the sensation of at last touching Truth.