It Is Not Conflict Of Opinions That

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

You Implanted Your Highest Goal Into The Heart Of Those Passions: Then They Became Your Virtues And Joys.

I Despise Mystics, They Fancy Themselves So Deep, When They Aren't Even Superficial.

What Is It That Endowed Things With Meaning, Value, Significance? The Creating Heart, Which Desired, And, Out Of Its Desire, Created. It Created Joy And Woe. It Wanted To Satiate Itself With Woe. We Must Take All The Suffering That Has Been Endured By Men And Animals Upon Ourselves And Affirm It, And Possess A Goal In Which It Acquires Reason.

Call Me Whatever You Like; I Am Who I Must Be.