We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

Prometheus Is Reaching Out For The Stars With An Empty Grin On His Face.

Chemically Induced Hallucinations, Delusions And Raptures May Be Frightening Or Wonderfully Gratifying; In Either Case They Are In The Nature Of Confidence Tricks Played On One's Own Nervous System.

If Conquerors Be Regarded As The Engine-drivers Of History, Then The Conquerors Of Thought Are Perhaps The Pointsmen Who, Less Conspicuous To The Traveler's Eye, Determine The Direction Of The Journey.

God Is Dethroned; And Although The Incognizant Masses Are Tardy In Realizing The Event, They Feel The Icy Draught Caused By That Vacancy. Man Enters Upon A Spiritual Ice Age; The Established Churches Can No Longer Provide More Than Eskimo Huts Where Their Shivering Flock Huddles Together.

When Reality Becomes Unbearable, The Mind Must Withdraw From It And Create A World Of Artificial Perfection. Plato's World Of Pure Ideas And Forms, Which Alone Is To Be Considered As Real, Whereas The World Of Nature Which We Perceive Is Merely Its Cheap Woolworth Copy, Is A Flight Into Delusion.