How Could Anyone Stay Sane With Entire

Fate And Victory Shift ... Now This Way, Now That Way -- Like A Line Of Unarmored Men Under A Hail Of Enemy Arrows.

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?

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.

God Is Found In This Life ... To Wait For Another Is Folly.

Any Allegiance To A Deity Or Concept Or Universal Principal Which Put Obedience Above Decent Behavior Toward An Innocent Human Being Evil.