The Good Displeases Us When

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.

Philosophers Are Not Honest Enough In Their Work, Although They Make A Lot Of Virtuous Noise When The Problem Of Truthfulness Is Touched Even Remotely. They All Pose As If They Had Discovered And Reached Their Real Opinions Through The Self-development Of A Cold, Pure, Divinely Unconcerned Dialectic...; While At Bottom It Is An Assumption, A Hunch, Indeed A Kind Of "inspiration" Most Often A Desire Of The Heart That Has Been Filtered And Made Abstract That They Defend With Reasons They Have Sought After The Fact.

The More Abstract The Truth You Wish To Teach, The More Must You Allure The Senses To It.

Indeed, What Forces Us At All To Suppose That There Is An Essential Opposition Of 'true' And 'false'? Is It Not Sufficient To Assume Degrees Of Apparentness And, As It Were, Lighter And Darker Shadows And Shades Of Appearance- Different 'values', To Use The Language Of Painters?

Do You Believe Then That The Sciences Would Ever Have Arisen And Become Great If There Had Not Before Hand Been Magicians, Alchemists, Astrologers And Wizards, Who Thirsted And Hungered After Abscondite And Forbidden Powers?