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On The Surface, An Intelligible Lie; Underneath, The Unintelligible Truth.

At The End Of True Love Is Death, And Only The Love That Ends In Death Is Love.

A Man Who Loses His Privacy Loses Everything. And A Man Who Gives It Up Of His Own Free Will Is A Monster.

Before We Are Forgotten, We Will Be Turned Into Kitsch. Kitsch Is The Stopover Between Being And Oblivion.

The Longing For Paradise Is Man's Longing Not To Be Man.