Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.

How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.

Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.

Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.

Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.

The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws...they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people.

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.