No Shepherd And One Herd! Everybody Wants

Posthumous Men-myself, For Example-are Not As Well Understood As Timely Ones, But We Are Listened To Better. More Precisely: We Are Never Understood-hence Our Authority.

It Was The Sick And Decaying Who Despised The Body And Earth And Invented The Heavenly Realm And The Redemptive Drops Of Blood: But They Took Even These Sweet And Gloomy Poisons From Body And Earth. They Wanted To Escape Their Own Misery, And The Stars Were Too Far For Them.

We Talk About Taking "pleasure In A Thing": But In Truth It Is Pleasure In Ourselves, Mediated By A Thing.

The Most Common Lie Is That Which One Lies To Himself; Lying To Others Is Relatively An Exception.

Read From A Distant Star, The Majuscule Script Of Our Earthly Existence Would Perhaps Lead To The Conclusion That The Earth Was The Distinctively Ascetic Planet, A Nook Of Disgruntled, Arrogant Creatures Filled With A Profound Disgust With Themselves, At The Earth, At All Life, Who Inflict As Much Pain On Themselves As They Possibly Can Out Of Pleasure In Inflicting Pain Which Is Probably Their Only Pleasure.