All men are warriors. And life for everything in our universe is nothing but war.

A man lusts to become a god... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

Who would bring light must endure burning.

The true human being is the meaning of the universe. He is a dancing star. He is the exploding singularity pregnant with infinite possibilities.

For it is only in accepting death that one can truly live, and for the human animal, death has always been the great black beast from the abyss to be dreaded or defeated or avoided or hated - but never looked upon clearly face to face.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.