Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

Do Mortal Fools Still Measure The Increments Leading To Their Deaths, Wagering Pleasures Against Costs, Persisting In The Delusion That Deeds Have Value, That The World And All The Gods Sit In Judgment Over Every Decision Made Or Not Made?

You Must Dismantle Your Sources, Lest You Do Nothing But Ape The Prejudices Of Others

He Was Not A Modest Man. Contemplating Suicide, He Summoned A Dragon.' Gothos' Folly

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.