In The Society Of Men The Truth

The Fountain Has Not Played Itself Out, The Flame Still Shines, The River Still Flows, The Spring Still Bubbles Forth, The Light Has Not Faded. But Between Us And It, There Is A Veil Which Is More Like Fifty Feet Of Solid Concrete. Deus Absconditus. Or We Have Absconded.

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.

Truth Is Literally That Which Is Without Secrecy, What Discloses Itself Without A Veil.

No One Acts Or Experiences In A Vacuum.

True Guilt Is Guilt At The Obligation One Owes To Oneself To Be Oneself. False Guilt Is Guilt Felt At Not Being What Other People Feel One Ought To Be Or Assume That One Is.