Death Is Close Enough At Hand So

Time, Space, And Causality Are Only Metaphors Of Knowledge, With Which We Explain Things To Ourselves.

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

The Great Epochs Of Our Life Come When We Gain The Courage To Rechristen Our Evil As What Is Best In Us.

The World Is Poor For Him Who Has Never Been Sick Enough For This 'voluptuousness Of Hell

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.