Everything Good Is The Transmutation Of Something

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.

You Are Treading The Path To Your Greatness: No One Shall Follow You Here! Your Passage Has Effaced The Path Behind You, And Above That Path Stands Written: Impossibility.

Unexplained, Obscure Matters Are Regarded As More Important Than Explained, Clear Ones.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.

He Who Laughs Best Today, Will Also Laughs Last.