By All Evidence We Are

All That Shimmers On The Surface Of The World, All That We Call Interesting, Is The Fruit Of Ignorance And Inebriation.

When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves, We Delight In Devouring Ourselves.

We Define Only Out Of Despair, We Must Have A Formula... To Give A Facade Tot He Void.

What Is That One Crucifixion Compared To The Daily Kind Any Insomniac Endures?

A Distant Enemy Is Always Preferable To One At The Gate.