Philosophy is perfectly right in saying that life must be understood backward. But then one forgets the other clause—that it must be lived forward.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought, particularly for people who cannot remember where they left things.