And they are deformed though it does not show on the outside. I live only my dwarf life. I never go around tall and smooth-featured. I am ever myself, always the same, I live one life alone. I have no other being inside me. And I recognize everything within me, nothing ever comes up from my inner depths, nothing there is shrouded in mystery. Therefore I do not fear the things which frighten them, the incoherent, the unknown, the mysterious. Such things do not exist for me. There is nothing “different” about me.
- Pär Lagerkvist
Hierarchies are celestial. In hell all are equal.
- Nicolás Gómez Dávila
On the Heights of Despair 〜 by Emil Cioran.
Spider Engineers (1956)