How Rarely Can Happiness Be

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

Intense Mutual Erotic Love, Love Which Involves With The Flesh All The Most Refined Sexual Being Of The Spirit, Which Reveals And Perhaps Even Ex Nihilo Creates Spirit As Sex, Is Comparatively Rare In This Inconvenient World.

True Love Gallops, It Flies, It Is The Swiftest Of All Modes Of Thought, Swifter Even Than Hate And Fear.

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

The Notion That One Will Not Survive A Particular Catastrophe Is, In General Terms, A Comfort Since It Is Equivalent To Abolishing The Catastrophe.