Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

There Will Always Be Rocks In The Road Ahead Of Us. They Will Be Stumbling Blocks Or Stepping Stones; It All Depends On How You Use Them.

In Solitude There Grows What Anyone Brings Into It, The Inner Beast Too. Therefore Solitude Is Inadvisable To Many.

Thus Do I Want Man And Woman To Be: The One Fit To Wage War And The Other Fit To Give Birth, But Both Fit To Dance With Head And Feet.

After All, What Would Be "beautiful" If The Contradiction Had Not First Become Conscious Of Itself, If The Ugly Had Not First Said To Itself: "i Am Ugly"?.

Assuming That Rapture Is Nature's Play With Man, The Dionysian Artist's Creative Activity Is The Play With Rapture.