I have so very much to say, but no way to say it.

You know, i really don't know why i keep this blog. I just know i can always turn to it when everything just starts pilling up and i've nothing or nowhere else to turn to. After all I highly doubt anyone reads or understands half the stuff i write anyway.

The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me - I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, one must carry the intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. One must be accustomed to living on mountain tops - and to looking upon the wretched gable of politics and nationalism as beneath him/her. One must become indifferent and never ask of the truth whether it brings profit or fatality.. One must have an inclination, born or strength, for questions that no one has the courage for; the courage for the forbidden; predestination for the labyrinth. New ears for new music. New eyes for the most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the will to economize in the grand manner - to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm... Reverence for self; love of self; and absolute freedom of self...