Guilt Starts As A Feeling

Highly Organized Research Is Guaranteed To Produce Nothing New.

Parting With Friends Is A Sadness. A Place Is Only A Place.

Beyond A Critical Point Within A Finite Space, Freedom Diminishes As Numbers Increase. This Is As True Of Humans As It Is Of Gas Molecules In A Sealed Flask. The Human Question Is Not How Many Can Possibly Survive Within The System, But What Kind Of Existence Is Possible For Those Who So Survive.

Most Lives Are A Flight From Selfhood. Most Prefer The Truths Of The Stable. You Stick Your Head Into The Stanchions And Munch Contentedly Until You Die. Others Use You For Their Purposes. Not Once Do You Look Outside The Stable To Lift Your Head And Be Your Own Creature.

Killing With The Point Lacks Artistry, But Don't Let That Hold Your Hand When The Opening Presents Itself.