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Sometimes I Wish I Knew How To Go Crazy. I Forget How.

The Cries Of The Dead Are Terrible Indeed; You Should Try Not To Hear Them.

The Logos Was Both That Which Thought, And The Thing Which It Thought: Thinker And Thought Together. The Universe, Then, Is Thinker And Thought, And Since We Are Part Of It, We As Humans Are, In The Final Analysis, Thoughts Of And Thinkers Of Those Thoughts.

There Is No Route Out Of The Maze. The Maze Shifts As You Move Through It, Because It Is Alive.

I'm A Strange Person. Sometimes I Hardly Know What I'm Going To Do Or Say Next. Sometimes I Seem A Stranger To Myself. Sometimes What I Do Surprises Me And I Can't Understand Why I Do It.