Our Brains Deliberately Make Us

Truly, There Are Terrible Primal Arcana Of Earth Which Had Better Be Left Unknown And Unevoked; Dread Secrets Which Have Nothing To Do With Man, And Which Man May Learn Only In Exchange For Peace And Sanity; Cryptic Truths Which Make The Knower Evermore An Alien Among His Kind, And Cause Him To Walk Alone On Earth.

I Do Not Regard The Rise Of Woman As A Bad Sign. Rather Do I Fancy That Her Traditional Subordination Was Itself An Artificial And Undesirable Condition Based On Oriental Influences. Our Virile Teutonic Ancestors Did Not Think Their Wives Unworthy To Follow Them Into Battle, Or Scorn To Dream Of Winged Valkyries Bearing Them To Valhalla.

Disintegration Is Quite Painless, I Assure You.

Humour Is But The Faint Terrestrial Echo Of The Hideous Laughter Of The Blind Mad Gods That Squat Leeringly And Sardonically In Caverns Beyond The Milky Way. It Is A Hollow Thing, Sweet On The Outside, But Filled With The Pathos Of Fruitless Aspiration.

Vigorous Let Us Be In Attaining Our Ends, And Mild In Our Method Of Attainment.