Written March–July 2024 and dedicated to German impressionist painter Casper David Friedrich
- As the drip of water withers away a mighty stone, so too is self-control built up by steadfastness and habit.
- For trust is built up commensurate with the measure of freedom endowed. Ecce Homo! The image of God.
- Love that seeks to control is specious at best and noxious at worst: relinquishing-in-freedom as a necessary prerequisite in the cycle of love, a departure and return.
- Stoicism, a state of pure apathia, seems more like psychopathy than equanimity. For it is human, all too human to feel the pain of the world. Indeed, it is also divine. Agony: Theanthropic Existence.
- Protagoras said “Man is the measure of all things.” As it is, men measure their height and round up…generously.
- The Stoics attenuated the human experience by exhorting one to live according to Nature or God; in contrast, the Christian must embrace the full scope of emotions as divine: Jesus wept.
- Random acts of kindness have been replaced by random acts of suffering: Fate, the benefactor.
- Sacrificial love is the soul unfolding itself through the Other in a miraculous processing of becoming: The Life of God, a symphony in four movements.
- Dread is an anxiety of life, a spector in the daylight—a sleep paralysis while conscious. Meanwhile, Chaos rolls the die and the Fates laugh.
- As the soul is imprisoned by the body, so too is the body shackled to the fate of Time. Chronos: the mighty slave driver.
- Behold! Wisdom calls out from her grave—the dead speak, and only those who are sagacious enough to open these books will reap both her wisdom and her sorrow.
- The banality of evil and the ambiguity of suffering can only be mollified by a gallant act of madness—insanity and genius: a razor’s edge.
- I am beaten by Time and subjected to her tortures; I am humiliated and made her slave: ‘Yea! Give me life, give me life!,’ cry out I, ‘life and life only!’
- Far better to accept a poignant reality than to be chagrined by a dream yet unfulfilled. For there is nothing new under the sun: a pessimist’s transcendent hope.
- The loquaciousness and inanity of society, in short, a rogue, is only tempered in part by a wry smile and eyes of vexation: a cultural holiness.
- Security that engenders inaction is conquered only by an insatiable curiosity and a lust for freedom: gaudium hominis.
- A marriage of poverty is a battle of the sexes but a marriage of fortitude is a battle of the souls: for all geniuses need a formidable sparring partner.
- Contrary to Nietzsche’s assertion, it is not a common bed that reduces a marriage to ashes, but lack of a common Weltanschauung. This is, after all, common sense.
- For books of wisdom yet cry out, and heroic tales long to be heard; however, there is a world clamor in the air, subtle, sinister, sulfurous—a diabolic harbinger of things to come.
- Oh life, Impenetrable life! Sober, solemn, insufferable!

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