Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

The One Thing You Share With Every Mortal Is Death.

I Tell You, We Would Be Hard Put To Determine What Is More Evil -- Religion Or The Pure Idea. The Intervention Of The Supernatural Or The Elegant Abstract Solution! Both Have Bathed This Earth In Suffering; Both Have Brought The Human Race Literally And Figuratively To Its Knees.

How Could Anyone Love Him? What Did You Just Tell Me Yourself About The World? Don't You See, Everybody Hates God Now. It's Not That God Is Dead In The Twentieth Century. It's That Everybody Hates Him! At Least I Think So.

The Highest Truths A Person Could Discover Were Rooted In The Natural World.