Reason – Nature's attempt to organize hazard.

Reason without affective is like a computer. Affective without reason, a woman too silly without a reasonable, grounded man.

Must not lose you, must not lose eachother, I am telling you. You look at me with restraint, a kind of sadness, as if you know beforehand that tomorrow, or even today, walking together will no longer be possible, you and I – reason and man.

In this profound silence of the room I hear Nature breathing; I feel the stars slipping though the dark, very tight, bounded masses of matter. The Universe is beating its life through my heart.

To comprehend, and on account of this to protect what Nature created over millions of years, you should in turn be a highly advanced creator, a visionary soul – a vulture-insect soul that watches everything from above and from very close by – kind, wise.

He doesn't care about life, he who doesn't care about Nature.