The Philosophers Have Always Given Truth A

When I Rest My Feet My Mind Also Ceases To Function.

What Good To Me Is The Festive Garment Of Freedom When I Am In A Slave's Smock At Home?

If Only I Was As Eloquent As Demosthenes, I Would Have To Do No More Than Repeat A Single Word Three Times. Reason Is Language - Logos; I Gnaw On This Marrowbone And Will Gnaw Myself To Death Over It. It Is Still Always Dark Over These Depths For Me: I Am Still Always Awaiting An Apocalyptic Angel With A Key To This Abyss.

Our Reason Arises, At The Very Least, From This Twofold Lesson Of Sensuous Revelations And Human Testimonies.

The Farther Reason Looks The Greater Is The Haze In Which It Loses Itself.