Words Form The Thread On Which We

Civilization Is Sterilization.

Suddenly To Realise That One Is Sitting, Damned, Among The Other Damned--it Is A Most Disquieting Experience; So Disquieting Thatmost Of Us React To It By Immediately Plunging More Deeply Into Our Particular Damnation In The Hope, Generally Realized, That We May Be Able, At Least For A Time, To Stifle Our Revolutionary Knowledge.

Medical Science Is Making Such Remarkable Progress That Soon None Of Us Will Be Well.

What Wonder, Then, If Human Beings In Their Search For The Divine Have Generally Preferred To Look Within!

To Make This Trivial World Sublime, Take Half A Gram Of Phanerothyme.