When I Rest My Feet My Mind

The Philosophers Have Always Given Truth A Bill Of Divorce, By Separating What Nature Has Joined Together And Vice Versa.

Self Knowledge Begins With The Neighbor, The Mirror, And Just The Same With True Self-love; That Goes From The Mirror To The Matter.

Nature Is A Book, A Letter, A Fairy Tale (in The Philosophical Sense) Or Whatever You Want To Call It.

Everything Is Vain And Tortures The Spirit Instead Of Calming And Satisfying It.

What Good To Me Is The Festive Garment Of Freedom When I Am In A Slave's Smock At Home?