The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

In Certain Pious People I Have Found A Hatred Of Reason, And Have Been Favourably Disposed To Them For It: Their Bad Intellectual Conscience Was At Least Exposed By That!

To Find Everything Profound - That Is An Inconvenient Trait. It Makes One Strain One's Eyes All The Time, And In The End One Finds More Than One Might Have Wished.

Freedom Of Will-that Is The Expression For The Complex State Of Delight Of The Person Exercising Volition, Who Commands And At The Same Time Identifies Himself With The Executor Of The Order-who, As Such, Enjoys Also The Triumph Over Obstacles, But Thinks Within Himself That It Was Really His Own Will That Overcame Them. In This Way The Person Exercising Volition Adds The Feelings Of Delight Of His Successful Executive Instruments, The Useful Underwills Or Under-souls-indeed, Our Body Is But A Social Structure Composed Of Many Souls-to His Feelings Of Delight As Commander.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.