Every Man Is Made Of

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.

After All The Work Of The Philosophers On His Soul And The Doctors On His Body, What Can We Really Say We Know About A Man? That He Is, When All Is Said And Done, Just A Passage For Liquids And Solids, A Pipe Of Flesh.

Life Is More Complicated Than We Think, Yet Far Simpler Than Anyone Dares To Imagine

Sorrow Is Implicit In Love As Gravitation Is Implicit In Mass.

…i Once Found A List Of Diseases As Yet Unclassified By Medical Science, And Among These There Occurred The Word Islomania, Which Was Described As A Rare But By No Means Unknown Affliction Of Spirit. There Are People…who Find Islands Somehow Irresistible. The Mere Knowledge That They Are On An Island, A Little World Surrounded By The Sea, Fills Them With An Indescribable Intoxication. These Born “islomanes”…are Direct Descendents Of The Atlanteans