Science, Already Oppressive With Its Shocking Revelations,

It Is Only The Inferior Thinker Who Hastens To Explain The Singular And The Complex By The Primitive Shortcut Of Supernaturalism.

Humour Is But The Faint Terrestrial Echo Of The Hideous Laughter Of The Blind Mad Gods That Squat Leeringly And Sardonically In Caverns Beyond The Milky Way. It Is A Hollow Thing, Sweet On The Outside, But Filled With The Pathos Of Fruitless Aspiration.

Who Knows The End? What Has Risen May Sink, And What Has Sunk May Rise.

Now All My Tales Are Based On The Fundemental Premise That Common Human Laws And Interests And Emotions Have No Validity Or Significance In The Vast Cosmos-at-large.... To Achieve The Essence Of Real Externality, Whether Of Time Or Space Or Dimension, One Must Forget That Such Things As Organic Life, Good And Evil, Love And Hate, And All Such Local Attributes Of A Negligible And Temporary Race Called Mankind, Have Any Existence At All.

The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To Strange Things Which Men Cannot See.