“Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.”
“All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.”
“If excitement is a mechanism our Creator uses for His own amusement, love is something that belongs to us alone and enables us to flee the Creator. Love is our freedom. Love lies beyond "Es Muss sein!”
“One might have said that reason made him flee from reason.”
“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”
“And I have the others in me. Even when I’m far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I’m all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.”