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Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

We Need A Moral Philosophy Which Can Speak Significantly Of Freud And Marx And Out Of Which Aesthetic And Political Views Can Be Generated. We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which The Concept Of Love, So Rarely Mentioned Now, Can Once Again Be Made Central.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

Yes, Of Course, There's Something Fishy About Describing People's Feelings. You Try Hard To Be Accurate, But As Soon As You Start To Define Such And Such A Feeling, Language Lets You Down. It's Really A Machine For Making Falsehoods. When We Really Speak The Truth, Words Are Insufficient. Almost Everything Except Things Like "pass The Gravy" Is A Lie Of A Sort. And That Being The Case, I Shall Shut Up. Oh, And... Pass The Gravy.

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.