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Civilization Is A Conspiracy. Modern Life Is The Silent Compact Of Comfortable Folk To Keep Up Pretences.

Civilisation Needs More Than The Law To Hold It Together. You See, All Mankind Are Not Equally Willing To Accept As Divine Justice What Is Called Human Law.

You See Only The Productions Of Second-rate Folk Who Are In A Hurry To Get Wealth And Fame. The True Knowledge, The Deadly Knowledge, Is Still Kept Secret. But, Believe Me, My Friend, It Is There.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

History Gives Us A Kind Of Chart, And We Dare Not Surrender Even A Small Rushlight In The Darkness. The Hasty Reformer Who Does Not Remember The Past Will Find Himself Condemned To Repeat It.