Being Good Is Just A

There Is Nothing Like Early Promiscuous Sex For Dispelling Life's Bright Mysterious Expectations.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.

Almost Any Tale Of Our Doings Is Comic. We Are Bottomlessly Comic To Each Other. Even The Most Adored And Beloved Person Is Comic To His Lover. The Novel Is A Comic Form. Language Is A Comic Form, And Makes Jokes In Its Sleep. God, If He Existed, Would Laugh At His Creation. Yet It Is Also The Case That Life Is Horrible, Without Metaphysical Sense, Wrecked By Chance, Pain And The Close Prospect Of Death. Out Of This Is Born Irony, Our Dangerous And Necessary Tool.

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

Moralistic Is Not Moral. And As For Truth - Well, It's Like Brown - It's Not In The Spectrum. Truth Is So Generic.