In man, I can see no substance solidly; it is as if what we call man were no more than an oddly angled look at something else. Or is it my limitation, being man, not to be able to see whatever is there? And aren’t these two alternatives the same?
Let me leave off speaking, unknowing as I am, but not before I speak of the limits of speech, or tell of man that there is nothing to tell, or tell of what we discern perhaps there could be to tell that we know too little except it is there and, if anything happens, it must be it happens there
and not to us, not by us: good or evil, it doesn’t matter what we do.
Always The Alpha 