That which is not merely known but sanctified in the knowingness, the "familiar" with all of the occult comfort that this idea can possess, the demons of expectation and immutable substance who command this possession, will become the sickness of aging, the impossible of being still in the river of time.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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