If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive. - Franz Kafka

It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate — he has little success in this — but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair.

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.