Man's Relations To Man Do Not Captivate

It Is True That I Have Sent Six Bullets Through The Head Of My Best Friend, And Yet I Hope To Show By This Statement That I Am Not His Murderer.

May The Merciful God, If Indeed There Be Such, Guard Those Hours When No Power Of The Will, Or Drug That The Cunning Of Man Devises, Can Keep Me From The Chasm Of Sleep. Death Is Merciful, For There Is No Return Therefrom, But With Him Who Has Come Back Out Of The Nethermost Chambers Of Night, Haggard And Knowing, Peace Rests Nevermore.

The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To Strange Things Which Men Cannot See.

The Human Race Will Disappear. Other Races Will Appear And Disappear In Turn. The Sky Will Become Icy And Void, Pierced By The Feeble Light Of Half-dead Stars. Which Will Also Disappear. Everything Will Disappear. And What Human Beings Do Is Just As Free Of Sense As The Free Motion Of Elementary Particles. Good, Evil, Morality, Feelings? Pure 'victorian Fictions'. Only Egotism Exists.

With Five Feeble Senses We Pretend To Comprehend The Boundlessly Complex Cosmos, Yet Other Beings With Wider, Stronger, Or Different Range Of Senses Might Not Only See Very Differently The Things We See, But Might See And Study Whole Worlds Of Matter, Energy, And Life Which Lie Close At Hand Yet Can Never Be Detected With The Senses We Have.