In Our Present State Of Degeneration It

Don't Tire Yourself More Than Need Be, Even At The Price Of Founding A Culture On The Fatigue Of Your Bones.

However Fiercely Opposed One May Be To The Present Order, An Old Respect For The Idea Of Order Itself Often Prevents People From Distinguishing Between Order And Those Who Stand For Order, And Leads Them In Practice To Respect Individuals Under The Pretext Of Respecting Order Itself.

And If There Is Still One Hellish, Truly Accursed Thing In Our Time, It Is Our Artistic Dallying With Forms, Instead Of Being Like Victims Burnt At The Stake, Signaling Through The Flames.

No One Has Ever Written, Painted, Sculpted, Modeled, Built, Or Invented Except Literally To Get Out Of Hell.

When I Think About Myself, My Thought Seeks Itself In The Ether Of A New Space. I Am On The Moon As Others Are On Their Balconies. I Participate In Planetary Gravitation In The Fissures Of My Mind.