The Clown
In life,
a man commits himself,
draws his own portrait
and there is nothing
but that portrait.
***
If I have excluded God the Father,
there must be somebody
to invent values.
We have to take things as they are.
Life is nothing until it is lived.
***
Man is all the time
outside of himself:
it is in projecting and losing himself
beyond himself
that he makes man to exist;
it is by pursuing transcendent aims
that he himself is able to exist.
He is himself the heart and center
of his transcendence.
There is no other universe
except the human universe,
the universe of human subjectivity.—-excerpt from Existentialism Is a Humanism by Jean Paul Sartre
By My Side
by INXS
In the dark of the night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you–Rooms full of strangers
Some call me friend
But I wish you were so close to me–In the dark of night
Those small hours
I drift away
When I’m with you–In the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were–Here comes the clown
His face is a wall
No window
No air at all–In the dark of night
These faces they haunt meBut I wish you were
So close to meIn the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were
In the dark of night
