God Is The Only Being Who, In

Blessed Art Thou, Lord, Who Giveth Suffering As A Divine Remedy For Our Impurities.

My Heart Is Lost; The Beasts Have Eaten It.

We Are Weighed Down, Every Moment, By The Conception And The Sensation Of Time. And There Are But Two Means Of Escaping And Forgetting This Nightmare: Pleasure And Work. Pleasure Consumes Us. Work Strengthens Us. Let Us Choose.

Nature Is A Word, An Allegory, A Mold, An Embossing, If You Will.

True Civilization Does Not Lie In Gas, Nor In Steam, Nor In Turn-tables. It Lies In The Reduction Of The Traces Of Original Sin.