Freedom Is Nothing But A Chance To

All That Remains Is A Fate Whose Outcome Alone Is Fatal. Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty. A World Remains Of Which Man Is The Sole Master. What Bound Him Was The Illusion Of Another World.

Powerful, Yes, That Is The Word That I Constantly Rolled On My Tongue, I Dreamed Of Absolute Power, The Kind That Forces Others Tokneel, That Forces The Enemy To Capitulate, Finally Converting Him, And The More The Enemy Is Blind, Cruel, Sure Of Himself, Buried In His Conviction, The More His Admission Proclaims The Royalty Of He Who Has Brought On His Defeat.

In A World That Has Ceased To Believe In Sin, The Artist Is Responsible For The Preaching.

Happiness And The Absurd Are Two Sons Of The Same Earth. They Are Inseparable.

The Four Conditions Of Happiness: Life In The Open Air, Love For Another Being,freedom From Ambition,creation