I See Many Soldiers; Could I But

What The Philosopher Is Seeking Is Not Truth, But Rather The Metamorphosis Of The World Into Man.

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

The Grand Style Arises When Beauty Wins A Victory Over The Monstrous.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

Having Become Conscious Of The Truth He Once Perceived, Man Now Sees Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence, He Now Understands The Symbolic Element In Ophelia's Fate, He Now Recognizes The Wisdom Of The Woodland God, Silenus: It Nauseates Him.