Self-creation is the highest art.

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

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?

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

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