Conscience killer. - (The pain of) Letting go isn’t so much letting a part of oneself expire; there is no such thing as a scar that one doesn’t cherish because he hasn’t learned or taken some admonition from it. It is more the sight of helplessly watching something die that is most unbearable.
Avaritia (or, The third of the Deadly Sins: Greed.). – The institutionalization and politicization of religion(s) have revealed there is but one correct spelling of the word prophet/profit.
On language. - Language, the catalyst responsible for our present state of affairs (insofar as regards the conscious experience), is a necessary violence in forming relations – both with others (the social) and with oneself (identity); it severs all intimacy from its simpler, less confusing (and, perhaps, more precise!) originators: thoughts. It is out of this the contradiction is inevitably born and the most peculiar property of words comes to the foreground: their uncanniness. They are the familiar bridge in sharing and relating to our own darker, inner-most privacies, and at the same time – most foreign to them.
On dying. - Death is but a reason for rediscovering the enchantment in curiosity embraced as children.
In poor company. – Kant stated, “As regards the pleasant, everyone is content that his judgment, which he bases upon private feeling and by which he says of an object that it pleases him, should be limited merely to his own person.” By the same logic, I suppose that man also does not truly dislike the other as much as he does himself when in certain company.
Further. – Nietzsche stated that science furthers ability, not knowledge. This is a fundamental truth we must learn to embrace and use to pry the stranglehold that evolutionary stagnant religions possess on the world – and make ourselves into the deities we’ve once knelt before.
On initial impressions. – Pay a woman too much mind and her flattered ego gravitates toward an antipathetic disposition; little to none and her wounded pride inveterately retreats behind the impenetrable armor of vanity. Either results in the same circumstance - her contempt for man.
Misdirection. – A complete and utter lack of will-power is not as disappointing as one that has gone astray.
Lie? For what? Protect the emotional well-being or interest(s) of the one being lied to (and for the sake of the liar! - Dare they use such poisonous justifications so as not to make an expense of their “honor” or tarnish their pristine ego through truthfulness, of all things!)? It can’t possibly be for the liar! – for every lie told will require an additional to be crafted if one is suspicious enough to inquire. For the liar, to keep track of every stitch used in his wildly colorful warp and woof is certainly a feat to assume – and if the liar dares to be so courageous to attempt such an undertaking, it is nothing short of a testament to human recognition (which is deserving of respect)! For the one lied to, however, if they are not so tempted to cast a doubtful eye, let his (or her) ignorance be his bliss! While it is not in their interests to be deceived (insofar as a protection of their emotional well-being), if they were to discover, even by happenstance, that they were, they are then devastated (the latter being more leveling to the spirits than to their suspecting counterparts) – not because they were lied to, but because they will never be able to trust that person again. Both parties (the liars and those lied to, respectively) must and will learn to appreciate the truth. Only after it has had its way with them.