The More Destruction There Is

I Am Fated To Journey Hand In Hand With My Strange Heroes And To Survey The Surging Immensity Of Life, To Survey It Through The Laughter That All Can See And Through The Tears Unseen And Unknown By Anyone.

Of Course, Alexander The Great Was A Hero, But Why Smash The Chairs?

However Stupid A Fools Words May Be, They Are Sometimes Enough To Confound An Intelligent Man.

It Is Well-known That There Are Many Faces In The World Over The Finishing Of Which Nature Did Not Take Much Trouble, Did Not Employ Any Fine Tools Such As Files, Gimlets, And So On, But Simply Hacked Them Out With Round Strokes: One Chop-a Nose Appears; Another Chop-lips Appear; Eyes Are Scooped Out With A Big Drill; And She Lets It Go Into The World Rough-hewn, Saing: "alive!

The Current Generation Now Sees Everything Clearly, It Marvels At The Errors, It Laughs At The Folly Of Its Ancestors, Not Seeing That This Chronicle Is All Overscored By Divine Fire, That Every Letter Of It Cries Out, That From Everywhere The Piercing Finger Is Pointed At It, At This Current Generation; But The Current Generation Laughs And Presumptuously, Proudly Begins A Series Of New Errors, At Which Their Descendants Will Also Laugh Afterwards.