The question is the same, for it springs from the same ground: the human situation, the conditions of the human existence. The answer varies. The question can be answered by animal worship, by human scrifice or military conquest, by indulgence in luxury, by ascetic renunciation, by obsessionnal work, by artistic creation, by the love of God, and by the love of Man.

Then the Warrior realizes that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn.

wandered through the crowd, turning, but the lights, the painted

Life was a perpetual black fuck about a fixed pole of insomnia.

Written By Henry Miller

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