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Why Is Art Beautiful? Because It's Useless. Why Is Life Ugly? Because It's All Ends And Purposes And Intentions.

Myth Is The Nothing That Is All.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

There's A Tiredness Of Abstract Inteligence, And It's The Most Horrible Of Tirednesses. It Doesn't Weight On You Like The Tiredness Of The Body, Nor Does It Worry You Like The Tiredness Of Knowledge And Emotion. It's A Weightiness Of The Conscience Of The World, An Inability Of The Soul To Breathe.