Why Does Man Not See

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

Thus Do I Want Man And Woman To Be: The One Fit To Wage War And The Other Fit To Give Birth, But Both Fit To Dance With Head And Feet.

Ultimately, It Is The Desire, Not The Desired, That We Love.

Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth... Through Words And Concepts We Shall Never Reach Beyond The Wall Off Relations, To Some Sort Of Fabulous Primal Ground Of Things.

Every Man Is A Creative Cause Of What Happens, A Primum Mobile With An Original Movement.