Denne verden blev ikke skabt for menneskets lykke, og egernet kom ikke ud af sit hjul. Men at løbe i et hjul giver egernet nydelse og går gennem labyrinten, hvorfra der ikke er nogen udgang, giver en følelse af illusorisk frihed. Uanset hvad vi gør, kan vi ikke undslippe pisken. Og selv om vi har et valg, ønsker vi slet ikke at vælge det.
Denne verden består af modsigelser. Vi stræber samtidig efter frihed og orden på trods af, at der er tale om ønsker i forskellige retninger. Det, vi ønsker os mest, dræber os, og at opnå perfektion-målet med vores liv - er enden på det.
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.