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A Special Kind Of Beauty Exists Which Is Born In Language, Of Language, And For Language.

A Man Is A Man To The Extent That He Is A Superman. A Man Should Be Defined By The Sum Of Those Tendencies Which Impel Him To Surpass The Human Condition.

Of Course, Any Simplification Runs The Risk Of Mutilating Reality; But It Helps Us Establish Perspectives.

The Past Of The Soul Is So Distant! The Soul Does Not Live On The Edge Of Time. It Finds Its Rest In The Universe Imagined By Reverie.

The Spoken Reverie Of Substances Calls Matter To Birth, To Life, To Spirituality.