Argument Closes Off The Doors Of The

One Must Cast Off Old Agonies As A Snake Casts Off Its Skin--only To Grow A New Set And Accept All Of Their Limitations.

A Creature Who Has Spent His Life Creating One Particular Representation Of His Selfdom Will Die Rather Than Become The Antithesis Of That Representation

Producing Perfection From Imperfection Is, After All, The Highest Of Art Forms.

Any Man Who Retreats Into A Cave Which Has Only One Opening Deserves To Die.

Most Lives Are A Flight From Selfhood. Most Prefer The Truths Of The Stable. You Stick Your Head Into The Stanchions And Munch Contentedly Until You Die. Others Use You For Their Purposes. Not Once Do You Look Outside The Stable To Lift Your Head And Be Your Own Creature.