Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

Theory Of The True Civilization. It Is Not To Be Found In Gas Or Steam Or Table Turning. It Consists In The Diminution Of The Traces Of Original Sin.

There Are But Three Beings Worthy Of Respect: The Priest, The Warrior And The Poet. To Know, To Kill And To Create. The Rest Of Mankind May Be Taxed And Drudged, They Are Born For The Stable, That Is To Say, To Practise What They Call Professions.

We Revel In The Laxness Of The Path We Take.

Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.

The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar Locutions, Like Holes Dug By Generations Of Ants.