The Limit Of Every Pain Is An

The Mind Is The Result Of The Torments The Flesh Undergoes Or Inflicts Upon Itself.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

To Exist Is Equivalent To An Act Of Faith, A Protest Against The Truth, An Interminable Prayer. As Soon As They Consent To Live, The Unbeliever And The Man Of Faith Are Fundamentally The Same, Since Both Have Made The Only Decision That Defines A Being.

Psychoanalysis Is A Technique We Practice At Our Cost; Psychoanalysis Degrades Our Risks, Our Dangers, Our Depths; It Strips Us Of Our Impurities, Of All That Made Us Curious About Ourselves.

By All Evidence We Are In The World To Do Nothing.