To win the guilty kiss of a saint, I'd welcome the plague as a blessing - Emil Cioran

Nothing deserves to be undone, doubtless because nothing deserved to be done.

To detach yourself elegantly from the world; to give contour and grace to sadness; a solitude in style; a walk that gives cadence to memories; stepping towards the intangible; with the breath in the trembling margins of things; the past reborn in the overflow of fragrances; the smell, through which we conquer time; the contour of the invisible things; the forms of the immaterial; to deepen yourself in the intangible; to touch the world airborne by smell; aerial dialogue and gliding dissolution; to bathe in your own reflecting fragmentation...

Fortunate those who, born before science, were privileged to die of their first disease!