Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But

The Power Of Death Signifies That This Real World Can Only Have A Neutral Image Of Life, That Life's Intimacy Does Not Reveal It's Dazzling Consumption Until The Moment It Gives Out.

Philosophy Finds Itself To Be No Longer Anything But The Heir To A Fabulous Mystical Theology, But Missing A God And Wiping The Slate Clean.

I Think That Knowledge Enslaves Us, That At The Base Of All Knowledge There Is A Servility, The Acceptation Of A Way Of Life Wherein Each Moment Has Meaning Only In Relation To Another Or Others That Will Follow It.

By The Care She Lavishes On Her Toilet, By The Concern She Has For Her Beauty Set Off By Her Adornment, A Woman Regards Herself As An Object Always Trying To Attract Men's Attention.

In What Will Survive Me I Am In Harmony With My Annihilation.