I turn my texts into universes closed in on themselves in order to refute critique at the place where it stands before it even reaches me.

 Because I have been constantly judged and criticized, I have developed a deep sensitivity to this, even if not emotionally, then at least intellectually; I believe I can sense all of it in advance, and thus I turn my texts into universes closed in on themselves in order to refute them at the place where they stand before they even reach me. Their being universes, that is, their vastness and complicated nature, stands in the way of understanding, and since people cannot criticize what they do not understand, this is thereby prevented. And the fact that this universe is closed means that it allows no place for other universes, because it simply does not care about them, and so it determines its own laws and shows indifference to the laws of others. In other words, it is the dictator of reality. I am not doing this out of “fear of criticism”; it just seems that the only way my writings can be read “accurately” is to forbid criticism in order to force readers to focus on the deeper layer behind my words rather than on “argumentation.”