Ideas Come As You Walk, Nietzsche Said.

I Was Walking Late One Night Along A Tree-lined Path; A Chestnut Fell At My Feet. The Noise It Made As It Burst, The Resonance It Provoked In Me, And An Upheaval Out Of All Proportion To This Insignificant Event Thrust Me Into Miracle, Into The Rapture Of The Definitive, As If There Were No More Questions-only Answers. I Was Drunk On A Thousand Unexpected Discoveries, None Of Which I Could Make Use Of. ... This Is How I Nearly Reached The Supreme. But Instead I Went On With My Walk.

One Hardly Saves A World Without Ruling It.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

Society: An Inferno Of Saviors!

A Civilization Is Destroyed Only When Its Gods Are Destroyed.