I’ve begun to see something that resembles coherence in the charade of my life. Clearly, something is speaking to me, insistently, constantly, like a continuous pressure on my skull, on certain organs, but what is this message, what is its nature, from whom does it come? What does it ask of me? I sometimes feel like a child in front of a chessboard. You’ve grabbed the pawn, wonderful. But why are you sticking it in your mouth? Why are you tilting the board so all the pieces fall off? Or could this be the solution? Maybe the game is won by the person who suddenly understands its absurdity and
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