Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

Boredom is therefore a vital problem for the moralist, since at least half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.