Evil, In This System Of Ethics, Is

Artists Love To Immerse Themselves In Chaos In Order To Put It Into Form, Just As God Created Form Out Of Chaos In Genesis. Forever Unsatisfied With The Mundane, The Apathetic, The Conventional, They Always Push On To Newer Worlds.

The Function Of The Rebel Is To Shake The Fixated Mores Of The Rigid Order Of Civilization; And This Shaking, Though Painful, Is Necessary If The Society Is To Be Saved From Boredom And Apathy. Obviously I Do Not Refer To Everyone Who Calls Himself A Rebel, But Only To The Authentic Rebel. Civilization Gets Its First Flower From The Rebel.

Creativity Is A Yearning For Immortality

A Myth Is A Way Of Making Sense In A Senseless World. Myths Are Narrative Patterns That Give Significance To Our Existence. Whether The Meaning Of Existence Is Only What We Put Into Life By Our Own Individual Fortitude, As Sartre Would Hold, Or Whether There Is A Meaning We Need To Discover, As Kierkegaard Would State, The Result Is The Same: Myths Are Our Way Of Finding This Meaning And Significance.

One Must Have At Least A Readiness To Love The Other Person, Broadly Speaking, If One Is To Be Able To Understand Him.