Let That Day Be Lost To Us

A Vocation Makes Us Unthinking; That Is Its Greatest Blessing. For It Is A Bulwark Behind Which We Are Permitted To Withdraw Whencommonplace Doubts And Cares Assail Us.

Mystical Explanations Are Thought To Be Deep; The Truth Is That They Are Not Even Shallow.

Existence Really Is An Imperfect Tense That Never Becomes A Present.

Something Might Be True While Being Harmful And Dangerous In The Highest Degree. Indeed, It Might Be A Basic Characteristic Of Existence That Those Who Know It Completely Would Perish, In Which Case The Strength Of A Spirit Should Be Measured According To How Much Of The 'truth' One Could Still Barely Endure- Or To Put It More Clearly, To What Degree One Would Require It To Be Thinned Down, Shrouded, Sweetened, Blunted, Falsified.

Is Life Not A Thousand Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?