When We Come Upon Assurances That A

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

But Truth Is That Besides Which There Is Nothing: Nothing To Modify It, Nothing To Question It, Nothing To Form An Exception: The All-inclusive, The Complete - By Truth, I Mean The Universal.

When We Come Upon Assurances That A Mystery Has Been Solved, We Go On Investigating.

Existence Is Appetite: The Gnaw Of Being; The One Attempt Of All Things To Assimilate To Some Higher Attempt.

It Is Not Possible To Define. Nothing Has Ever Been Finally Found Out. Because There Is Nothing Final To Find Out.