The Mind Loves The Unknown. It Loves

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

No Object Is Stuck With Its Name So Irrevocably That One Cannot Find Another Which Suits It Better.

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

Do Not Accept Any Explanation Of The World Either Through Chance Or Determinism. You Are Not Responsible For Your Belief. It Is Not Even You Who Decides That You Are Not Responsible - And So On To Infinity. You Are Not Obliged To Believe. There Is No Point Of Departure.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See, But It Is Impossible. Humans Hide Their Secrets Too Well.