Every Thought Derives From A Thwarted Sensation.

Trees Are Massacred, Houses Go Up — Faces, Faces Everywhere. Man Is Spreading. Man Is The Cancer Of The Earth.

Pursued By Our Origins... We All Are.

Does Our Ferocity Not Derive From The Fact That Our Instincts Are All Too Interested In Other People? If We Attended More To Ourselves And Became The Center, The Object Of Our Murderous Inclinations, The Sum Of Our Intolerances Would Diminish.

Anyone Who Speaks In The Name Of Others Is Always An Impostor.

Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power, Suffering Exasperates It.