I Should Not Believe In A God

Christianity Is A Metaphysics Of The Hangman.

By Losing Your Goal, You Have Lost Your Way.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

Everything About Woman Is A Riddle, And Everything About Woman Has A Single Solution: That Is, Pregnancy

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.