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Every Profound Dissatisfaction Is Of A Religious Nature: Our Failures Derive From Our Incapacity To Conceive Of Paradise And To Aspire To It, As Our Discomforts From The Fragility Of Our Relations With The Absolute.

Man Starts Over Again Everyday, In Spite Of All He Knows, Against All He Knows.

We Understand God By Everything In Ourselves That Is Fragmentary, Incomplete, And Inopportune.

Better To Be An Animal Than A Man, An Insect Than An Animal, A Plant Than An Insect, And So On. Salvation? Whatever Diminishes The Kingdom Of Consciousness And Compromises Its Supremacy.

I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose Eyes Have Fallen Inside.