Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

Other people’s life stories are not a topic for debate. One should hear them out, and reciprocate in the same coin.

The aim of evolution is purely aesthetic – it’s not to do with adaptation at all. Evolution is about beauty, about achieving the most perfect form for each shape.

This mass killing, cruel, impassive, automatic, without any pangs of conscience, without the slightest pause for thought, though plenty of thought is applied to ingenious philosophies and theologies. What sort of a world is this, where killing and pain are the norm? What on earth is wrong with us?

The whole, complex human psyche has evolved to prevent Man from understanding what he is really seeing. To stop the truth from reaching him by wrapping it in illusion, in idle chatter.

Killing has become exempt from punishment. And as it goes unpunished, nobody notices it any more. And as nobody notices it, it doesn’t exist.

Sometimes I think that only the sick are truly healthy.

‘What Demon hath form’d this abominable void?’

It must hurt, just as a river must flow and fire must burn.

But the truth is that anyone who feels Anger, and does not take action, merely spreads the infection.

One must keep one’s eyes and ears open, one must know how to match up the facts, see similarity where others see total difference, remember that certain events occur at various levels or, to put it another way, many incidents are aspects of the same, single occurrence.