We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption.
He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality.
Running beer gathers no foam.
They shall exist, and so long as society shall be what it is, they will be what they are. Under the dark vault of their cave, they are forever reproduced in the ooze. What is required to exorcise these goblins? Light. Light in floods. No bat resists the dawn. Illuminate society.
Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps.
When infinity opens to us, terrible indeed is the closing of the gate behind.