When I Rest My Feet My Mind

If Only I Was As Eloquent As Demosthenes, I Would Have To Do No More Than Repeat A Single Word Three Times. Reason Is Language - Logos; I Gnaw On This Marrowbone And Will Gnaw Myself To Death Over It. It Is Still Always Dark Over These Depths For Me: I Am Still Always Awaiting An Apocalyptic Angel With A Key To This Abyss.

What Tarquin The Proud Said In His Garden With The Poppy Blooms Was Understood By The Son But Not By The Messenger.

A Thirsty Ambition For Truth And Virtue, And A Frenzy To Conquer All Lies And Vices Which Are Not Recognized As Such Nor Desire To Be; Herein Consists The Heroic Spirit Of The Philosopher.

The Product Of Paper And Printed Ink, That We Commonly Call The Book, Is One Of The Great Visible Mediators Between Spirit And Time, And, Reflecting Zeitgeist, Lasts As Long As Ore And Stone.

I Look Upon Logical Proofs The Way A Well-bred Girl Looks Upon A Love Letter