When I Rest My Feet My Mind

What Good To Me Is The Festive Garment Of Freedom When I Am In A Slave's Smock At Home?

The Weakness Of Ourselves And Of Our Reason Makes Us See Flaws In Beauties By Making Us Consider Everything Piece By Piece.

A Thirsty Ambition For Truth And Virtue, And A Frenzy To Conquer All Lies And Vices Which Are Not Recognized As Such Nor Desire To Be; Herein Consists The Heroic Spirit Of The Philosopher.

Lies, Fables And Romances Must Needs Be Probable, But Not The Truth And Foundation Of Our Faith.

If Only I Was As Eloquent As Demosthenes, I Would Have To Do No More Than Repeat A Single Word Three Times. Reason Is Language - Logos; I Gnaw On This Marrowbone And Will Gnaw Myself To Death Over It. It Is Still Always Dark Over These Depths For Me: I Am Still Always Awaiting An Apocalyptic Angel With A Key To This Abyss.