I seem to know all the cliches, but not how to put them together in a believable way. Or else these stories are terrible and grandiose precisely because all the cliches intertwine in an unrealistic way and you can't disentangle them. But when you actually live a cliche, it feels brand new, and you are unashamed.

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

لا أعرف شيئا ليس هناك شيئ أعلمه .و إنما بعض الأشياء يحسها المرء بقلبه , أترك قلبك يتكلم ,إسأل الوجوه و لا تستمع إلى الألسن