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And they did build vast trophies, instruments

Of murder, human bones, barbaric gold,

Skins torn from living men, and towers of skulls

With sightless holes gazing on blinder heaven,

Mitres, and crowns, and brazen chariots stained

With blood, and scrolls of mystic wickedness,

The sanguine codes of venerable crime.

—PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

—W. B. YEATS

But the new barbarian is no uncouth

Desert-dweller; he does not emerge

From fir forests; factories bred him;

Corporate companies, college towns

Mothered his mind, and many journals

Backed his beliefs.

—W. H. AUDEN

To think is to linger on the conditions in which one is living, to linger

on the site where we live. Thus to think is a privilege of that epoch

which is ours, provided that the essential fragility of the sovereign

referents becomes evident to it. This assigns to philosophy, or to

whatever takes its place, the task of showing the tragic condition

beneath all principled constructions.

—REINER SCHÜRMANN

New ears for the new music. New eyes for the most distant things.

—FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE