The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
Evil is the radiation of the human consciousness in certain transitional positions. It is not actually the sensual world that is amere appearance; what is so is the evil of it, which, admittedly, is what constitutes the sensual world in our eyes.
The state we find ourselves in is sinful quite independent of guilt.
I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.