Simple people, people who don't exist, prefer things which don't exist, simple things.
"Good" and "bad" are simple things. You bomb me = "bad." I bomb you = "good." Simple people (who, incidentally, run this socalled world)know this (they know everything)whereas complex people, people who feel something, are very, very ignorant and really don't know anything.
On forever's very now we stand.
There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them. Things of this sort, things which are always inside of us and in fact are us and which consequently will not be pushed off or away where we can begin thinking about them, are no longer things; they, and the us which they are, equals a Verb; an is.
Measureless our pure living complete love
whose doom is beauty and its fate to grow.
If you're a twofisted, spineless progressive (a mighty fashionable stance nowadays) Offissa Pupp, who forcefully asserts the will of socalled society, becomes a cosmic angel; while Ignatz Mouse, who forcefully defies society's socalled will by asserting his authentic own, becomes a demon of anarchy and a fiend of chaos. But if—whisper it—you're a 100% hidebound reactionary, the foot's in the other shoe. Ignatz Mouse then stands forth as a hero, pluckily struggling to keep the flag of free will flying; while Offissa Pupp assumes the monstrous mien of a Goliath, satanically bullying a tiny but indomitable David. Well, let's flip the coin—so: and lo! Offissa Pupp comes up. That makes Ignatz Mouse "tails." Now we have a hero whose heart has gone to his head and a villain whose head has gone to his heart.