Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

God Is Dead; But Given The Way Of Men, There May Still Be Caves For Thousands Of Years In Which His Shadow Will Be Shown. And We - We Still Have To Vanquish His Shadow, Too.

These Four, However, Seek The Freedom Of Their Will At The Very Point Where They Are Most Securely Chained. It Is As If The Silkworm Sought Freedom Of Will In Spinning. What Is The Reason?

One Should Not Understand This Compulsion To Construct Concepts, Species, Forms, Purposes, Laws ('a World Of Identical Cases') As If They Enabled Us To Fix The Real World; But As A Compulsion To Arrange A World For Ourselves In Which Our Existence Is Made Possible:-we Thereby Create A World Which Is Calculable, Simplified, Comprehensible, Etc., For Us.

The Life Of The Enemy . Whoever Lives For The Sake Of Combating An Enemy Has An Interest In The Enemy's Staying Alive.

It Is The Music In Our Conscience, The Dance In Our Spirit, To Which Puritan Litanies, Moral Sermons, And Goody Goodness Won’t Chime.