Of What Significance Is One's Existence, One

God Casts The Die, Not The Dice.

This Subject Brings Me To That Vilest Offspring Of The Herd Mind -- The Odious Militia. The Man Who Enjoys Marching In Line And File To The Strains Of Music Falls Below My Contempt; He Received His Great Brain By Mistake -- The Spinal Cord Would Have Been Amply Sufficient. This Heroism At Command, This Senseless Violence, This Accursed Bombast Of Patriotism -- How Intensely I Despise Them! War Is Low And Despicable, And I Had Rather Be Smitten To Shreds Than Participate In Such Doings.

Ever Since Childhood I Have Scorned The Commonplace Limits So Often Set Upon Human Ambition. Possessions, Outward Success, Publicity, Luxury - To Me These Have Always Been Contemptible. I Believe That A Simple And Unassuming Manner Of Life Is Best For Everyone; Best Both For The Body And The Mind

The Thing Is, Not To Stop Questioning.

During The Youthful Period Of Mankind's Spiritual Evolution Human Fantasy Created Gods In Man's Own Image, Who, By The Operations Of Their Will Were Supposed To Determine, Or At Any Rate To Influence, The Phenomenal World. Man Sought To Alter The Disposition Of These Gods In His Own Favour By Means Of Magic And Prayer.