I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such

The More I See Of What You Call Civilization, The More Highly I Think Of What You Call Savagery!

I Have Put Off The Past Like A Worn-out Cloak.

Before The Invader Sound Was Born, The Universe Was Silent And Shall Be Again.

I Have Known Many Gods. He Who Denies Them Is As Blind As He Who Trusts Them Too Deeply. I See Not Beyond Death. Let Me Live While I Live; Let Me Know The Rich Juices Of Red Meat And Stinging Wine On My Palate, The Hot Embrace Of White Arms, The Mad Exultation Of Battle When The Blue Blades Flame And Crimson, And I Am Content. I Know This: If Life Is An Illusion, Then I Am No Less Than An Illusion, And Being Thus, The Illusion Is Real To Me. I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, And Am Content.

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.