Since We Cannot Change Reality, Let Us

The Only Thing I Know Is This: I Am Full Of Wounds And Still Standing On My Feet.

Every Perfect Traveler Always Creates The Country Where He Travels.

O Sun, Great Oriental, My Proud Mind's Golden Cap, I Love To Wear You Cocked Askew, To Play And Burst In Song Throughout Our Lives, And So Rejoice Our Hearts.

Every Village Has Its Simpleton, And If One Does Not Exist They Invent One To Pass The Time.

What, Then Is Our Duty? It Is To Carefully Distinguish The Historic Moment In Which We Live And To Consciously Assign Our Small Energies To A Specific Battlefield. The More We Are In Phase With The Current Which Leads The Way, The More We Aid Man In His Difficult, Uncertain, Danger-fraught Ascent Toward Salvation.