Everything, Alas, Is An Abyss, — Actions,

A Multitude Of Small Delights Constitute Happiness

Sexuality Is The Lyricism Of The Masses.

In This Horror Of Solitude, This Need To Lose His Ego In Exterior Flesh, Which Man Calls Grandly The Need For Love.

Like Those Great Sphinxes Lounging Through Eternity In Noble Attitudes Upon The Desert Sand, They Gaze Incuriously At Nothing, Calm And Wise.

Progress, This Great Heresy Of Decay.