Ive come to realize that everything is stupid and beautiful. In a very Ernest sense. I don’t care about judging people anymore because it’s there shoes. Everything revolves around the eye of the beholder. Idle chit chat threatens me less. I don’t care if you eat meat or only vegetables. Or if you have diabetes or just eat candy. Ive played the hero and shot myself down as my own worst enemy. Ive played the genius and his opposite the idiot. Ive realized im just a conditioned being with thoughts and feelings. That life is somewhat predestined.
It has been well said, that when Tamerlane had builded his pyramid of fifty thousand human skulls, and wheeled away with his vast armies from the gates of Damascus, to find new conquests, and build other pyramids, a little boy was playing in the streets of Mentz, son of a poor artisan, whose apparent importance in the scale of being was, compared with that of Tamerlane, as that of a grain of sand to the giant bulk of the earth; but Tamerlane and all his shaggy legions, that swept over the East like a hurricane, have passed away, and become shadows; while printing, the wonderful invention of John Faust, the boy of Mentz, has exerted a greater influence on man’s destinies and overturned more thrones and dynasties than all the victories of all the blood-stained conquerors from Nimrod to Napoleon.