Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

Dance First. Think Later. It's The Natural Order.

It Is Right That He Too Should Have His Little Chronicle, His Memories, His Reason, And Be Able To Recognize The Good In The Bad, The Bad In The Worst, And So Grow Gently Old Down All The Unchanging Days, And Die One Day Like Any Other Day, Only Shorter.

The Old Endless Chain Of Love, Tolerance, Indifference, Aversion And Disgust

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.