“ Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild. ”
How had they met? By chance, like everybody else. What were there names? What's it to you? Where were they coming from? From the nearest place. Where were they going? Does anyone really know where they're going?
~ Denis Diderot
Scepticism is the first step towards truth.
One swallows the lie that flatters, but sips the bitter truth drop by drop.
All things must be examined, debated, investigated without exception and without regard for anyone's feelings.
