The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men Make Of Reality.