You Know The Name You Were Given,

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

Anyone Who Gets Up Early By Inclination Or Has Been Forced To Rise Early Out Of Necessity Finds It Intolerable That Others Should Go On Sleeping Soundly

The Wise Man Contents Himself With What He Has, Until Such Time As He Invents Something Better.

We Never Consider That The Things Dogs Know About Us Are Things Of Which We Have Not The Faintest Notion.

Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.