Many Things Are Too Delicate

Sometimes With The Most Intense Pain A Paralysis Of Sensibility Occurs. The Soul Disintegrates--hence The Deadly Frost--the Free Power Of The Mind--the Shattering, Ceaseless Wit Of This Kind Of Despair. There Is No Inclination For Anything Any More--the Person Is Alone, Like A Baleful Power--as He Has No Connection With The Rest Of The World He Consumes Himself Gradually--and In Accordance With His Own Principle He Is--misanthropic And Misotheos.

Doing Philosophy Is Only A Threefold Or Double Kind Of Waking--being Awake--consciousness.

Hypotheses Are Nets: Only He Who Casts Will Catch.

We Are On A Mission: We Are Called To The Cultivation Of The Earth .

All Power Appears Only In Transition. Permanent Power Is Stuff.