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Beyond A Critical Point Within A Finite Space, Freedom Diminishes As Numbers Increase. This Is As True Of Humans As It Is Of Gas Molecules In A Sealed Flask. The Human Question Is Not How Many Can Possibly Survive Within The System, But What Kind Of Existence Is Possible For Those Who So Survive.

Face Your Fears Or They Will Climb Over Your Back.

To The Soul's Desires The Body Listens What The Flesh Requires Keeps The Heart Imprisoned

Many Things We Do Naturally Become Difficult Only When We Try To Make Them Intellectual Subjects. It Is Possible To Know So Much About A Subject That You Become Totally Ignorant.

I'm Going To Rub Your Faces In Things You Try To Avoid. I Don't Find It Strange That All You Want To Believe Is Only That Which Comforts You. How Else Do Humans Invent The Traps Which Betray Us Into Mediocrity? How Else Do We Define Cowardice?