Intuition is often mistaken, but not altogether.
Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.
The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.
I alternate between reading cook books and reading diet books.
When appearance and reality coincide, philosophy and literary criticism find themselves with nothing to say.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.