We Only Hear Questions That We Are

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.

Almost Two Thousand Years, And No New God!

The Happiness Of Man Is: I Will. The Happiness Of Woman Is: He Wills. 'behold , Just Now The World ... Entire Love. And Woman Must Obey And Find A Depth For Her Surface. Surface Is The Disposition Of Woman: A Mobile, Stormy Film Over Shallow Water. Man's Disposition, However, Is Deep; His River Roars In Subterranean Caves: Woman Feels His Strength But Does Not Comprehend It.

The Highest Type Of Free Men Should Be Sought Where The Highest Resistance Is Constantly Overcome: Five Steps From Tyranny, Close To The Threshold Of The Danger Of Servitude.