I do not want to die.
I do not want anyone I love to die.
I am going to die.
And everyone I love is going to die.
And that makes life absurd.
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self.Why was that so very difficult?
From Demian (1919) by Hermann Hesse
I must create a system of my own,or be enslaved by another man’s.