Any Allegiance To A Deity Or Concept

Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

Human Beings Have Only That Confusing Mass Of Chemically Driven Neurological Storage To Rely On. They're All Subjective And Emotion-tinged. How Can They Trust Any Of Their Memories?

There Is A Fullness And Calmness There Which Can Come Only From Knowing Pain.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.