I have not lived in vain, I tell myself in every moment of my life, because I didn’t become an author, because I am a lowly Romanian teacher, because I don’t have a family, or a fortune, or a purpose in the world, or because I live and will die among ruins, in the saddest city on the face of the earth. It is rather because I have asked a question and not found the answer, because I have asked and was not given, I have knocked and it has not opened, I have searched and have not found. This is the failure that frightens me.
