Our Body Is Simply A Social Structure

We Cannot Even Reproduce Our Thoughts Entirely In Words.

The Hour-hand Of Life.

Enduring Habits I Hate.... Yes, At The Very Bottom Of My Soul I Feel Grateful To All My Misery And Bouts Of Sickness And Everything About Me That Is Imperfect, Because This Sort Of Thing Leaves Me With A Hundred Backdoors Through Which I Can Escape From Enduring Habits.

And So While Dreams Are The Individual Man's Play With Reality, The Sculptor's Art Is (in A Broader Sense) The Play With Dreams.

Some Rule Out Of A Lust For Ruling; Others, So As Not To Be Ruled:mto These It Is Merely The Lesser Of Two Evils.