Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want

The Most Common Sort Of Lie Is The One Uttered To One's Self.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

The Man Who Sees Little Always Sees Less Than There Is To See; The Man Who Hears Badly Always Hears Something More Than There Is To Hear.

A Man Unconsciously Imagines That Where He Is Strong, Where He Feels Most Thoroughly Alive, The Element Of His Freedom Must Lie.

In Morality, Man Treats Himself Not As Individuum But As Dividuum.