When I look up into the endless starry night, I take pleasure that it is I thinking of it and not it thinking of me. It has occurred to me at certain times that I personally made God scramble to keep the heavens just out of my mind’s reach.
The solitary evaluation of your thoughts is all that you have. It is your art. It is impossible that anyone else is exactly like you. Life is pointless unless you can forgive your mind for being unique.