It is our expression that the flux between that which isn't and that which won't be, or the state that is commonly and absurdly called 'existence', is a rhythm of heavens and hells: that the damned won't stay damed; that salvation only precedes perdition.

We shall have a procession of data that Science has excluded. Battalions of the accursed, captained by pallid data that I have exhumed, will march. You'll read…

Venus de Milo. To a child she is ugly. When a mind adjusts to thinking of her as a completeness, even though, by physiologic standards, incomplete, she is beau…

The fittest survive.