Not Only Does God Play

The Age-old Faith Of Lovers And Poets In The Power Of Love, Stronger Than Death, That Finis Vitae Sed Non Amoris, Is A Lie, Useless And Not Even Funny.

The Horse Respects And Obeys Man Because Its Large Eyes Magnify Everything, So Man Appears Much Larger Than The Horse Itself.

Either Something Is Authentic Or It Is Unauthentic, It Is Either False Or True, Make-believe Or Spontaneous Life; Yet Here We Are Faced With A Prevaricated Truth And An Authentic Fake, Hence A Thing That Is At Once The Truth And A Lie.

The Fate Of A Single Man Can Be Rich With Significance, That Of A Few Hundred Less So, But The History Of Thousands And Millions Of Men Does Not Mean Anything At All, In Any Adequate Sense Of The Word.

Plentitude, When Too Plentitudinous, Was Worst Than Destitution, For Obviously What Could One Do, If There Was Nothing One Could Not?