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Life Means To Have Something Definite To Do-a Mission To Fulfill-and In The Measure In Which We Avoid Setting Our Life To Something, We Make It Empty. Human Life, By Its Very Nature, Has To Be Dedicated To Something.

"natural" Man Is Always There, Under The Changeable Historical Man. We Call Him And He Comes-a Little Sleepy, Benumbed, Without His Lost Form Of Instinctive Hunter, But, After All, Still Alive. Natural Man Is First Prehistoric Man-the Hunter.

The Direction Of Society Has Been Taken Over By A Type Of Man Who Is Not Interested In The Principles Of Civilisation. Not Of This Or That Civilisation But From What We Can Judge Today Of Any Civilisation. The Type Of Man Dominant Today Is A Primitive One, A Naturmensch Rising Up In The Midst Of A Civilised World.

Our Firmest Convictions Are Apt To Be The Most Suspect; They Mark Our Limitations And Our Bounds. Life Is A Petty Thing Unless It Is Moved By The Indomitable Urge To Extend Its Boundaries.

Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.