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Regarding Life, The Wisest Men Of All Ages Have Judged Alike: It Is Worthless.

He Who Possesses Greatness Is Cruel Towards His Secondary Virtues And Considerations.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Whoever Has Looked Deeply Into The World Might Well Guess What Wisdom Lies In The Superficiality Of Men.

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.