Nobody Knew How To Be What They

Nothing Is Loathsomer Than The Self-loathing Of A Self One Loathes.

I Particularly Scorn My Fondness For Paradox. I Despise Pessimism, Narcissism, Solipsism, Truculence, Word-play, And Pusillanimity, My Chiefer Inclinations; Loathe Self-loathers Ergo Me; Have No Pity For Self-pity And So Am Free Of That Sweet Baseness. I Doubt I Am. Being Me’s No Joke.

Though Life's Tuition Is Always Ruinous, Inexorably We Learn.

Self Knowledge Is Always Bad News.

Choosing Is Existence. To The Extent That You Don't Choose, You Don't Exist.