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If Nature Denies Eternity To Beings, It Follows That Their Destruction Is One Of Her Laws. Now, Once We Observe That Destruction Is So Useful To Her That She Absolutely Cannot Dispense With It From This Moment Onward The Idea Of Annihilation Which We Attach To Death Ceases To Be Real What We Call The End Of The Living Animal Is No Longer A True Finish, But A Simple Transformation, A Transmutation Of Matter. According To These Irrefutable Principles, Death Is Hence No More Than A Change Of Form, An Imperceptible Passage From One Existence Into Another.

What You Call Disorder Is Nothing Else Than One Of The Laws Of The Order You Comprehend Not And Which You Have Erroneously Named Disorder Because Its Effects, Though Good For Nature, Run Counter To Your Convenience Or Jar Your Opinions.

Your Service Will Be Arduous, It Will Be Painful And Rigorous, And The Slightest Delinquencies Will Be Requited Immediately With Corporal And Afflicting Punishments; Hence, I Must Recommend To You Prompt Exactness, Submissiveness, And Total Self-abnegation That You Be Enabled To Heed Naught But Our Desires; Let Them Be Your Laws, Fly To Do Their Bidding, Anticipate Them, Cause Them To Be Born.

Lycurgus, Numa, Moses, Jesus Christ, Mohammed, All These Great Rogues, All These Great Thought-tyrants, Knew How To Associate The Divinities They Fabricated With Their Own Boundless Ambition.

I've Been To Hell. You've Only Read About It.