The Secret Of Theory Is That Truth

We Shall Never Resolve The Enigma Of The Relation Between The Negative Foundations Of Greatness And That Greatness Itself.

Terror Is As Much A Part Of The Concept Of Truth As Runniness Is Of The Concept Of Jam. We Wouldn't Like Jam If It Didn't, By Its Very Nature, Ooze. We Wouldn't Like Truth If It Wasn't Sticky, If, From Time To Time, It Didn't Ooze Blood.

The Skylines Lit Up At Dead Of Night, The Air-conditioning Systems Cooling Empty Hotels In The Desert And Artificial Light In The Middle Of The Day All Have Something Both Demented And Admirable About Them. The Mindless Luxury Of A Rich Civilization, And Yet Of A Civilization Perhaps As Scared To See The Lights Go Out As Was The Hunter In His Primitive Night.

Deep Down, The Us, With Its Space, Its Technological Refinement, Its Bluff Good Conscience, Even In Those Spaces Which It Opens Up For Simulation, Is The Only Remaining Primitive Society.

Smile And Others Will Smile Back.