Too Much Knowledge Never Makes

The Writing Of History Is Largely A Process Of Diversion. Most Historical Accounts Distract Attention From The Secret Influences Behind Great Events.

The Flesh Surrenders Itself. Eternity Takes Back Its Own. Our Bodies Stirred These Waters Briefly, Danced With A Certain Intoxication Before The Love Of Life And Self, Dealt With A Few Strange Ideas, Then Submitted To The Instruments Of Time. What Can We Say Of This? I Occurred. I Am Not...yet, I Occurred.

Atrocity Never Balances Or Rectifies The Past. Atrocity Merely Arms The Future For More Atrocity.

Most Lives Are A Flight From Selfhood. Most Prefer The Truths Of The Stable. You Stick Your Head Into The Stanchions And Munch Contentedly Until You Die. Others Use You For Their Purposes. Not Once Do You Look Outside The Stable To Lift Your Head And Be Your Own Creature.

Life Is A Mask Through Which The Universe Expresses Itself.