What do you rage against when a war breaks out? When you hurt yourself, what do you rail against? Who is to blame for your needs, your shortcomings, or your sorrows? There is only one culprit: its name is "Limit."

The limit of your or someone else's body, which is the skin; the limit of reach, which is your or someone else's fingers; the limit of intelligence, the limit of time, the limit of a company, the limit of pleasure, the limit of understanding, the limit of money, the borders of a land, the limit of resources, the limit of health, the limit of strength, the limit of patience, the geometric limit, the limit of a frame, the limit of a thought, the limit of an idea, the limit of a profession, the limit of a perversion, the insurmountable limit of all shapes.

Only one thing unites all degradation, and that is the limit, which is at the same time the substance of things and the source of their conflicts