It was the straying that found the path direct.
Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.
In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.
Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.
Anyone is capable of anything (will plus belief is ability) if they themselves create the opportune moment and incentive. Heaven gives no genius to disbelievers and no vengeance worse than the body denied.
The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.