To Torture A Man You Have To

Either Something Is Authentic Or It Is Unauthentic, It Is Either False Or True, Make-believe Or Spontaneous Life; Yet Here We Are Faced With A Prevaricated Truth And An Authentic Fake, Hence A Thing That Is At Once The Truth And A Lie.

And Yet We Knew, For A Certainty, That When First Emissaries Of Earth Went Walking Among The Planets, Earth's Other Sons Would Be Dreaming Not About Such Expeditions But About A Piece Of Bread.

Is A Mountain Only A Huge Stone? Is A Planet An Enormous Mountain?

Come, Every Frustum Longs To Be A Cone, And Every Vector Dreams Of Matrices. Hark To The Gentle Gradient Of The Breeze: It Whispers Of A More Ergodic Zone.

Each Civilization May Choose One Of Two Roads To Travel, That Is, Either Fret Itself To Death, Or Pet Itself To Death. And In The Course Of Doing One Or The Other, It Eats Its Way Into The Universe, Turning Cinders And Flinders Of Stars Into Toilet Seats, Pegs, Gears, Cigarette Holders And Pillowcases, And It Does This Because, Unable To Fathom The Universe, It Seeks To Change That Fathomlessness Into Something Fathomable.