Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me/I was given this world I didn't make it

Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless/While tears, is rollin down your cheeks/Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week

And now my son's getten older and older and cold/From havin the world on his shoulders

You can't complain you was dealt this/hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless

In its solitariness the spirit asks, What, in the way of value, is the attainment of life? And it can find no such value till it has merged its individual clai…

We live in a beautiful and orderly world, not in a chaos without norms, as we sometimes seem to.

The great fault of all ethics hitherto has been that they believed themselves to have to deal only with the relations of man to man. In reality, however, the q…