Philosophers Write For Professors; Thinkers For Writers.

Humanity Adores Only Those Who Cause It To Perish.

What I Know At Sixty, I Knew As Well At Twenty. Forty Years Of A Long, Superfluous, Labor Of Verification.

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

Ideas Come As You Walk, Nietzsche Said. Walking Dissipates Thoughts, Shankara Taught.

Maniacs Of Procreation, Bipeds With Devalued Faces, We Have Lost All Appeal For Each Other.