My Undertaking Is Not Difficult, Essentially. I

All Theories Are Legitimate, No Matter. What Matters Is What You Do With Them.

Chang Tzu Tells Us Of A Persevering Man Who After Three Laborious Years Mastered The Art Of Dragon-slaying. For The Rest Of His Days, He Had Not A Single Opportunity To Test His Skills.

When I Wake Up, I Wake To Something Worse. It’s The Astonishment Of Being Myself

There Is No Intellectual Exercise Which Is Not Ultimately Useless.

Once I Am Dead, There Will Be No Lack Of Pious Hands To Throw Me Over The Railing; My Grave Will Be The Fathomless Air; My Body Will Sink Endlessly And Decay And Dissolve In The Wind Generated By The Fall, Which Is Infinite.