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What is the weight

when you say "weight"?

The law of the fall of the body.

Everyone falls on the ground.

On earth.

The force of earth's

gravity is the weight.

A cup of coffee, a cigarette and my

dreams can substitute quite well

for the universe and its stars, for work,

love, and even beauty and glory.

All that we know is our own impression,

and all that we are is an exterior

impression.

I need virtually no stimulants.

I have opium enough in my soul.

I have to choose what I detest,

either dreaming,

which my intelligence hates,

or action, which my sensibility loathes,:

Detesting both, I chose neither,:

But since I must on occasion either

dream or act,

I mix the two things together.

I have no theories about life.

I don't know or wonder

whether it's good or bad.

In my eyes it's harsh and sad,

with delightful dreams

interspersed here and there.

Why should I care

what it is for others?

Other people's lives are of use

to me only in my dreams,

where I live the life

that seems to suit each one.

I start to wonder how I'm able to go on,

how I dare have the faint-heartedness

to be here among these people.

Like flashes from a distant lighthouse,

I see all the solutions offered by the

imagination's female side:

Flight, suicide, renunciation...

They weren't even sufficiently dirty.

Those who truly suffer don't form

a group or go around as a mob.

Those who suffer, suffer alone.

What a pathetic group!

What a lack of humanity and true pain!

They were real and therefore

unbelievable.

No one could ever use them

for the scene of a novel

or a descriptive blackdrop.

They went by like rubbish in a river,

in the river of life,

and to see them go by made me sick

to my stomach and profoundly sleepy.

Absurdity is divine.

Let's develop theories, patiently and

honestly thinking them out,

in order to promptly act against them.

Let's buy books so as not to read them;

let's go to concerts without caring to

hear the music or to see who's there;

let's take long walks because

we're sick of walking;

and let's spend whole days in the

country because it bores us.

To find our personality by losing it,

faith itself endorses this destiny.

I seek and don't find.

I want and can't have.

Without me the sun rises and expires;

without me the rain falls

and the wind howls.

It's not because of me

that there are seasons,

the twelve months,

time's passage.

Lord of the world in me which, like

earthly lands, I can't take with me...

What Hells and Purgatories

and Heavens I have inside me!

But who sees me do

anything that disagrees with life,

me, so calm and peaceful?

I yank from my neck a hand

that was choking me...

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