Tento svět nebyl vytvořen pro štěstí člověka a veverka se dostat ven z jeho kola. Běh v kole však dává veverce radost a procházky po labyrintech, z nichž neexistuje žádná cesta, dávají pocit iluzorní svobody. Ať uděláme cokoliv, nevyhneme se biče. A i když máme na výběr, nechci si ho vybrat.
Tento svět se skládá z rozporů. Usilujeme o svobodu a pořádek ve stejnou dobu, i když jde o aspirace v různých směrech. To, co chceme nejvíce, nás zabíjí a dosažení dokonalosti-cíle našeho života - je také jeho konec.
The crowd`s foolishness consists of the wisdom and irony of every single person filling it... That is, wisdom, gathered in the crowd, becomes foolishness, and foolishness, fallen to pieces, becomes the ironic, all knowing wisdom...
A person is always dissatisfied with something, and this is fine. As long as there is discontent, there is life. You should be happy with your discontent. Discontent means that there is work, there is a hell that can be turned into heaven.
A man living in his sleep, sleeps in reality. As he's a happy hero in his sleep and an unhappy slave in real life. What a bad dream. Maybe it's better to wake up?
Sometimes life goes like this: something bad turns into something even worse. And one may look back on the past to think... - Ah, how nice it all used to be.