Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?

We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Let Us Think We Exist?

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.

In Reality We Are One And All From The Unthinkable First To The No Less Unthinkable Last Glued Together In A Vast Imbrication Of Flesh Without Breach Or Fissure