Strong Blasphemers Thrive Only When Strong Believers

It Was The Essence Of Life To Disbelieve In Death For One's Self, To Act As If Life Would Continue Forever. And Life Had To Act Also As If Little Issues Were Big Ones. To Take A Realistic Attitude Toward Life And Death Meant That One Lapsed Into Unreality. Into Insanity. It Was Ironic That The Only Way To Keep One's Sanity Was To Ignore That One Was In An Insane World Or To Act As If The World Were Sane.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.