Many Die Too Late, And Some Die

Where Is The Lightning To Lick You With Its Tongue? Where Is The Madness With Which You Should Be Cleansed? Behold, I Show You The Superman. He Is This Lightning, He Is This Madness.

In A Certain State It Is Indecent To Live Longer.

Underneath The Reality In Which We Live And Have Our Being, Another Altogether Different Reality Lies Concealed.

When You Stare Into An Abyss For A Long Time, The Abyss Also Stares Into You.

It Is Only Those Who Know How To Feel That "this Is Not Good" Who Devise Improvements.