I Write To Try To Understand, And

We Would Understand Much More About Life’s Complexities If We Applied Ourselves To An Assiduous Study Of Its Contradictions, Instead Of Wasting Time On Identities And Coherences, Seeing As These Have A Duty To Provide Their Own Explanations.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write. At Four O'clock In The Morning, When The Promise Of A New Day Still Lingered Over French Lands, He Got Up From His Pallet And Left For The Fields, Taking To Pasture The Half-dozen Pigs Whose Fertility Nourished Him And His Wife.

Whether We Like It Or Not, The One Justification For The Existence Of All Religions Is Death, They Need Death As Much As We Need Bread To Eat.

Ah, In Every Age There Is Always Some New Wonder To Astound Mankind Until They Grow Accustomed To It And Lose Interest.

Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.