I'm Not Upset That You Lied To

Weariness That Wants To Reach The Ultimate With One Leap, With One Fatal Leap, A Poor Ignorant Weariness That Does Not Want To Want Any More: This Created All Gods And Afterworlds.

The Will To Incessant Creation Is Vulgar, Betraying Jealousy, Envy, And Ambition. Assuming That You Are Something, There Is Really Nothing That You Need To Do-and Yet You Do A Great Deal. Above The "productive" Man There Is Still A Higher Type.

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.

Every Man In Creating The Beautiful Appearance Of The Dream Worlds Is A Perfect Artist.

A Subject For A Great Poet Would Be God's Boredom After The Seventh Day Of Creation.