I Have Always Imagined That Paradise Will

Time Is A Fire That Consumes Me, But I Am The Fire.

Time Forks Perpetually Toward Innumerable Futures.

That One Individual Should Awaken In Another Memories That Belong To Still A Third Is An Obvious Paradox.

There Is A Concept Which Corrupts And Upsets All Others. I Refer Not To Evil, Whose Limited Realm Is That Of Ethics; I Refer To The Infinite.

In The Order Of Literature, As In Others, There Is No Act That Is Not The Coronation Of An Infinite Series Of Causes And The Source Of An Infinite Series Of Effects.