Of All The Gods Only Death Does

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.