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<big><big>    </big>Welcome

to... </big>

The Isle of

Thought

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<big><big>Where one

questions the nature of truth, the complexities of life, the power of death, the meaning

of existence, and the mystery of what we do not know. </big></big>

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<big>As Frederich Nietzsche clearly

states: What, indeed, does man know of himself! Does not nature keep much the most from

him, even about his body, to spellbind and confine him in a proud, deceptive

consciousness, far from the coils of the intestines, the quick current of the blood

stream, and the involved tremors of the fibers? She threw away the key; and woe to the

calamitous curiosity which might peer just once through the crack in the chamber of

consciousness and look down, and sense that man rests upon the merciless, the greedy, the

insatiable, the murderous, in the indifference of his ignorance-hanging in dreams, as it

were, upon the back of a tiger. In view of this, whence in all the world comes the urge

for truth?</big>

<big>What, then, is truth? A mobile army of

metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms-in short, a sum of human relations, which have

been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after

long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about

which one has forgotten that this is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and

without sensuous power, coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal,

no longer as coins.</big>

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