Ah, if I wanted to be part of a club, of a “school”, of a congregation! After becoming aware of Antero’s existence—whom I could even fantasize as a past existence, seeing how much I have catechized myself in these philosophies—I could easily take upon myself to “continue what he did not finish”, “rescuing” his “values”, searching for his disciples coeval to me, etc., etc. So, perhaps, I could never be Antero—someone who martyred himself by giving in to the relapses of that feeling which, for an unusual mind like his, must be exterminated for the sake of peace.
Ah, If I Wanted to Be Part of a Club…
