I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water. - Jean-Paul Sartre

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

In doing Good, I lose myself in Being, I abandon my particularity, I become a universal subject.

No, my child, these things are impossible. It would have been better if she had recognize the truth courageously. She would have suffered once, then time would have erased with its sponge. There is nothing like looking things in the face, believe me.