No Artist Tolerates Reality.

Assuming That Rapture Is Nature's Play With Man, The Dionysian Artist's Creative Activity Is The Play With Rapture.

The World Was Conquered Through The Understanding Of Dogs; The World Exists Through The Understanding Of Dogs.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

Really Unreflective People Are Now Inwardly Without Christianity, And The More Moderate And Reflective People Of The Intellectual Middle Class Now Possess Only An Adapted, That Is To Say Marvelously Simplified Christianity. A God Who In His Love Arranges Everything In A Manner That In The End Will Be Best For Us; A God Who Gives To Us And Takes From Us Our Virtue And Our Happiness, So That As A Whole All Is Meet And Fit And There Is No Reason For Us To Take Life Sadly, Let Alone Exclaim Against It; In Short, Resignation And Modest Demands Elevated To Godhead