“Today it has been exactly ten days since I became a human being and live on earth.
My loneliness is boundless. I do not need friends, but I need to speak about myself—and there is no one to speak to. Mere thoughts are not enough: until I give them words, they remain not fully clear, exact, and precise. They must be arranged into an orderly formation, like soldiers or posts along a line; stretched out, like a railway track; bridges and viaducts must be built; embankments and turns must be raised; the proper stops must be marked—only then does everything become clear.
This heavy, almost convict-like engineering labor, they seem to call logic and consistency, and it is obligatory for those who want to be considered intelligent; but for everyone else it is not needed, and they can wander about as they please…”