“But understand that I want to remain alone, truly alone, so I can precede my face, my voice, my hell without anyone telling me which is the best path.”

My voice is the only material thing in which I can still reveal myself. Go ahead and cut off the hand or the testicles of a voice.

Try to find the head of a voice, the orifice through which it passes, or even the breasts to which you can attach the clips of your electrodes. Nothing. Resonant tooth.

In ourselves we harbor the intuition of another evolution, of other possibilities of life.

Without anyone laughing at the giant’s wings and the dwarf’s legs that impede my gait.

Crises precede transformation.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

A single thought is that which it is from other thoughts as a wave of the sea takes its form and shape from the waves which precede and follow it.

That, in turn, influences the temperature of the planet. The Arctic is now vulnerable because of the excess carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, with a rate of melting that is stunning.

Simplicity does not precede complexity, but follows it.

Simplicity does not precede complexity, but follows it.