In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.

The Earth Is A Farm. We Are Someone Else's Property.

The Theologians Have Recognized That The Ideal Is The Imitation Of God. If We Be A Part Of Such An Organic Thing, This Thing Is God To Us, As I Am God To The Cells That Compose Me.

Every Science Is A Mutilated Octopus. If Its Tentacles Were Not Clipped To Stumps, It Would Feel Its Way Into Disturbing Contacts.

It Is Our Expression That The Flux Between That Which Isn't And That Which Won't Be, Or The State That Is Commonly And Absurdly Called "existence," Is A Rhythm Of Heavens And Hells: That The Damned Won't Stay Damed; That Salvation Only Precedes Perdition.

In Measuring A Circle, One Begins Anywhere.