But, You Know, I Feel More Fellowship

The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.

That Must Be Wonderful; I Have No Idea Of What It Means.

The Byronic Hero, Incapable Of Love, Or Capable Only Of An Impossible Love, Suffers Endlessly. He Is Solitary, Languid, His Condition Exhausts Him. If He Wants To Feel Alive, It Must Be In The Terrible Exaltation Of A Brief And Destructive Action.

Lucifer Also Has Died With God, And From His Ashes Has Arisen A Spiteful Demon Who Does Not Even Understand The Object Of His Venture.

Seeking What Is True Is Not Seeking What Is Desirable.