

Loneliness... When your tired consciousness loses its balance, when the steps of this ladder go out from under your feet like a deck, when your nocturnal loneliness spits on humanity, you can reflect on eternity and doubt the purity of ideas, hypotheses, perception of a work of art, and - by the way — the very conception of the Madonna of the son of Jesus. But it is better to worship the given with its deep graves, which later, after a long time, will seem so sweet. Yes. It is better to worship the given with its short paths, which will then seem strangely to you wide, they will seem big, dusty, dotted with compromises, they will seem like big wings, they will seem like big birds. Yes. It is better to worship the given with its poor standards, which then, to the extreme, will serve as a railing for you (although not particularly clean), keeping your limping truths in balance on this chipped staircase...