God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And

An Avant-garde Man Is Like An Enemy Inside A City He Is Bent On Destroying, Against Which He Rebels; For Like Any System Of Government, An Established Form Of Expression Is Also A Form Of Oppression. The Avant-garde Man Is The Opponent Of An Existing System.

People Who Don't Read Are Brutes. It Is Better To Write Than To Make War, Isn't It?

I Am Told, In A Dream You Can Only Get The Answer To All Your Questions Through A Dream. So In My Dream, I Fall Asleep, And I Dream, In My Dream, That I'm Having That Absolute, Revealing Dream.

Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is The Only Gateway To The Incomprehensible.

I'll Never Waste My Dreams By Falling Asleep. Never Again.