Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The Desire To

All The Events Of Our Life Are Materials Of Which We Can Make What We Will.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Humanity Is A Comic Role.

We Are On A Mission: We Are Called To The Cultivation Of The Earth .

How Do We See Physically? No Differently That We Do In Our Consciousness - By Means Of The Productive Power Of Imagination. Consciousness Is The Eye And Ear, The Sense For Inner And Outer Meaning.