The Truth Is Paradoxical To The Extent

[zarathustra] Never Abandoned The Watchword Of Not Having Any End, Not Serving A Cause, Because, As He Knew, Causes Pluck Off The Wings We Fly With.

The Need To Go Astray, To Be Destroyed, Is An Extremely Private, Distant, Passionate, Turbulent Truth.

What Does Physical Eroticism Signify If Not A Violation Of The Very Being Of Its Practitioners? – A Violation Bordering On Death, Bordering On Murder?

Sacrifice Is Nothing Other Than The Production Of Sacred Things.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.