With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal

Truth Has Already Ceased To Be Itself If Polemically Said.

Our Statute Is A Currency Which We Stamp With Our Own Portrait.

Let Us Take Our Bloated Nothingness Out Of The Path Of The Divine Circuits.

Do Not Require A Description Of The Countries Towards Which You Sail. The Description Does Not Describe Them To You, And To- Morrow You Arrive There, And Know Them By Inhabiting Them.

Why Should The Way I Feel Depend On The Thoughts In Someone Else's Head?