In Order To Live Man Must Believe

The Self Is Too Small An Object For Perpetual Enthusiasm.

In Mysteries What We Know, And Our Realization Of What We Do Not Know, Proceed Together; The Larger The Island Of Knowledge, The Longer The Shoreline Of Wonder. It Is Like The Quantum World, Where The More We Understand Its Formalism, The Stranger That World Becomes.

In Nature, The Emphasis Is In What Is Rather Than What Ought To Be.

...but With My Clamoring Ego Solidly In Place, I Considered The Title, 'memories Of A Failed Nobody'.

I Don't Have Any Fear Of Death. I Do, However, Have An Inordinate Fear Of Becoming Dependent On Other People. To Me, That's The Severest Test, Not Death.