Let No One Who Can Be His

A Little Bit Of Beer Is Divine Medicine.

He Who Knows Nothing Loves Nothing. He Who Can Do Nothing Understands Nothing. He Who Understands Nothing Is Worthless. But He Who Understands Also Loves, Notices, Sees. The More Knowledge Is Inherent In A Thing, The Greater The Love.

However, Anyone To Whom This Happens Should Not Leave His Room Upon Awakening, Should Speak To No-one, But Remain Alone And Sober Until Everything Comes Back To Him, And He Recalls The Dream.

All Things Are Poisons, For There Is Nothing Without Poisonous Qualities. It Is Only The Dose Which Makes A Thing Poison.

Thoughts Create A New Heaven, A New Firmament, A New Source Of Energy, From Which New Arts Flow.