In The Mass The Blood

The Playthings Of Our Elders Are Called Business.

For What Am I To Myself Without You, But A Guide To My Own Downfall?

The Truth Is Like A Lion; You Don’t Have To Defend It. Let It Loose; It Will Defend Itself.

The Argument Is At An End.

The Gods Occupy The Loftiest Regions, Men The Lowest, The Demons The Middle Region...they Have Immortality Of Body, But Passions Of The Mind In Common With Men.