There Are Horrible People Who, Instead Of

Because We Have For Millenia Made Moral, Aesthetic, Religious Demands On The World, Looked Upon It With Blind Desire, Passion Or Fear, And Abandoned Ourselves To The Bad Habits Of Illogical Thinking, This World Has Gradually Become So Marvelously Variegated, Frightful, Meaningful, Soulful, It Has Acquired Color - But We Have Been The Colorists: It Is The Human Intellect That Has Made Appearances Appear And Transported Its Erroneous Basic Conceptions Into Things.

Many Die Too Late, And Some Die Too Early. Yet Strangers Soundeth The Precept: "die At The Right Time!"

Everything Which Distinguishes Man From The Animals Depends Upon This Ability To Volatilize Perceptual Metaphors In A Schema, And Thus To Dissolve An Image Into A Concept.

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.