The Plight Of Modern Man Is That

Abjection Is A Methodological Conversion, Like Cartesian Doubt And Husserlian Epoche: It Establishes The World As A Closed System Which Consciousness Regards From Without, In The Manner Of Divine Understanding.

He Is Always Becoming, And If It Were Not For The Contingency Of Death, He Would Never End.

I Am A Man, Jupiter, And Each Man Must Invent His Own Path.

The More One Is Absorbed In Fighting Evil, The Less One Is Tempted To Place The Good In Question.

One Always Dies Too Soon Or Too Late. And Yet, Life Is There, Finished: The Line Is Drawn, And It Must All Be Added Up. You Are Nothing Other Than Your Life.