We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By

They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid And Sweating; It Seems That No One Bothered To Tell Them That There Are Beautiful Vistas Along The Way.

"god", "immortality Of The Soul", "redemption", "beyond" - Without Exception, Concepts To Which I Have Never Devoted Any Attention, Or Time; Not Even As A Child. Perhaps I Have Never Been Childlike Enough For Them? I Do Not By Any Means Know Atheism As A Result; Even Less As An Event: It Is A Matter Of Course With Me, From Instinct. I Am Too Inquisitive, Too Questionable, Too Exuberant To Stand For Any Gross Answer. God Is A Gross Answer, An Indelicacy Against Us Thinkers - At Bottom Merely A Gross Prohibition For Us: You Shall Not Think!

I Conjure You, My Brethren, To Remain Faithful To Earth, And Do Not Believe Those Who Speak Unto You Of Super Terrestrial Hopes! Poisoners They Are, Whether They Know It Or Not.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.