Night Is Falling: At Dusk, You Must

It Is Enough That One Man Hate Another For Hate To Gain, Little By Little, All Mankind.

We Make Our Own Hell Out Of The People Around Us.

Good Digestions, The Gray Monotony Of Provincial Life, And The Boredom-ah The Soul-destroying Boredom-of Long Days Of Mild Content.

Philosophy Appears To Some People As A Homogenous Milieu: There Thoughts Are Born And Die, There Systems Are Built, And There, In Turn, They Collapse. Others Take Philosophy For A Specific Attitude Which We Can Freely Adopt At Will. Still Others See It As A Determined Segment Of Culture. In Our View Philosophy Does Not Exist.

The Universe Remains Dark. We Are Animals Struck By Catastrophe.