Existence Begins In Every Instant.

Just As Bones, Tissues, Intestines, And Blood Vessels Are Enclosed In A Skin That Makes It Possible To Bear The Sight Of A Human Being, So The Agitations And Passions Of The Soul Are Wrapped Up In Vanity: It Is The Soul's Skin.

Those Who Are Slow To Know Suppose That Slowness Is The Essence Of Knowledge.

To Be Ashamed Of One's Immorality: That Is A Step On The Staircase At Whose End One Is Also Ashamed Of One's Morality.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

When You Look Into An Abyss, The Abyss Also Looks Into You.