How did the Land I live on form? Is it the only inhabited planet? Where do I come from? Where am I? What is the nature of what I see? What is the nature of all these brilliant phantoms, the sight of which attracts me? Was I before I started my existence? Will I be when I'm no longer in the world? What state preceded the feeling of my existence? What state will come after the disappearance of this feeling? The greatest geniuses will never know all this; they will talk nonsense philosophically, as I did.…