There Are Always A Few Such People

Was That Really Love? I Saw All These Passionate People Reel About And Drift Haphazardly As If Driven By A Storm, The Man Filled With Desire Today, Satiated On The Morrow, Loving Fiercely And Discarding Brutally, Sure Of No Affection And Happy In No Love.

The Bird Fights Its Way Out Of The Egg. The Egg Is The World. Who Would Be Born Must First Destroy A World. The Bird Flies To God. The God's Name Is Abraxas.

Knowledge Can Be Communicated, But Not Wisdom.

Each Man's Life Represents A Road Toward Himself.

Nothing Was, Nothing Will Be, Everything Has Reality And Presence