The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Tied To The Memory Of Something Monstrous - A Crisis Without Equal On Earth.... I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite!

The Philosopher Caught In The Nets Of Language.

Existence Really Is An Imperfect Tense That Never Becomes A Present.

Evaluation Is Creation: Hear It, You Creators! Evaluating Is Itself The Most Valuable Treasure Of All That We Value. It Is Only Through Evaluation That Value Exists: And Without Evaluation The Nut Of Existence Would Be Hollow. Hear It, You Creators!

Our Drives Are Reducible To The Will To Power. The Will To Power Is The Ultimate Fact At Which We Arrive.