In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.

Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible, but that alone doesn't make it true.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

The founder brought the laws from the lawgiver; the faithful are meant to announce the laws to the lawgiver.

You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.