Being Other Than Normal Is A Perilous

The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself, Not Procreating.

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

There Are. Intangible Realities Which Float Near Us, Formless And Without Words; Realities Which No One Has Thought Out, And Which Are Excluded For Lack Of Interpreters.

Eternity: What A Waste Of Time.

Might I Be The One I Am Looking For?