But since social relations are always ambiguous, since thoughts divide as much as unite, and my words unite by what they express and isolate by what they omit, since an immense gulf separates my subjective awareness from the objective truth I represent for others, since I constantly blame myself, though I feel innocent, since every event transforms my daily life, since I constantly fail to communicate, to understand, to love and be loved, and every failure deepens my solitude, since I cannot escape the objectivity crushing me nor the subjectivity expelling me, since I cannot rise to a state of being, nor collapse into nothingness, I must listen, I must look around more than ever, at the world, my kin, my brother.
