I Am A Westerner Of Westerners!

I Shudder At The Very Thought Of Being Born Again Into This World. Life To Me . . . Has Been A Monstrous, Painful, Agonizing Affair, And The Idea Of Repeating Such An Existence - Even If Better In A Way - Is Horrifying To Me. . . . I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

I'm Not That Interested In People

People Must Again Learn To Work, Instead Of Living On Public Assistance.

My Childhood Was Appalling.