Those Who Are Devoid Of Purpose Will

Yes, Life Is A Woman!

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

In This State One Enriches Everything Out Of One's Own Fullness: Whatever One Sees, Whatever Wills Is Seen Swelled, Taut, Strong, Overloaded With Strength. A Man In This State Transforms Things Until They Mirror His Power—until They Are Reflections Of His Perfection. This Having To Transform Into Perfection Is—art.

Not Necessity, Not Desire - No, The Love Of Power Is The Demon Of Men. Let Them Have Everything - Health, Food, A Place To Live, Entertainment - They Are And Remain Unhappy And Low-spirited: For The Demon Waits And Waits And Will Be Satisfied.

You Never Exist Quite So Much As When You Are Not Thinking