Sex On The Brain Is The Wrong

I Myself Am Convinced That The Theory Of Evolution, Especially To The Extent To Which It Has Been Applied, Will Be One Of The Greatest Jokes In The History Books Of The Future. Posterity Will Marvel That So Very Flimsy And Dubious An Hypothesis Could Be Accepted With The Incredible Credulity It Has.

If God Is Dead, Somebody Is Going To Have To Take His Place. It Will Be Megalomania Or Erotomania, The Drive For Power Or The Drive For Pleasure, The Clenched Fist Or The Phallus, Hitler Or Hugh Hefner.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Left Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment.

Sex Is The Mysticism Of Materialism And The Only Possible Religion In A Materialistic Society.

Supposing You Eliminated Suffering, What A Dreadful Place The World Would Be! I Would Almost Rather Eliminate Happiness. The World Would Be The Most Ghastly Place Because Everything That Corrects The Tendency Of This Unspeakable Little Creature, Man, To Feel Over-important And Over-pleased With Himself Would Disappear. He's Bad Enough Now, But He Would Be Absolutely Intolerable If He Never Suffered.