In A Certain Sense The Good Is

There Are Only Two Things. Truth And Lies. Truth Is Indivisible, Hence It Cannot Recognize Itself; Anyone Who Wants To Recognize It Has To Be A Lie.

This Tremendous World I Have Inside Of Me. How To Free Myself, And This World, Without Tearing Myself To Pieces. And Rather Tear Myself To A Thousand Pieces Than Be Buried With This World Within Me.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

All Knowledge, The Totality Of All Questions And Answers, Is Contained In The Dog.

Nothing Is As Deceptive As A Photograph.