Epigraph: Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a palstic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viola or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything as real as words? - Oscar Wilde: The Picture of Dorian Gray.
...Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor immigrant weariness that does not want to want anymore: this created all gods and other worlds. - Nietzsche: Zarathustra 1:3.
Der Denkprozess selbst ein Naturprozess ist. - Marx: Correspondence (The thinking process itself is a process of Nature.)
