A man whose meaning is rooted beyond another’s horizon of conceivability appears to be a nihilist. But to the nihilist, the other is ensnared in illusion.

Thus the worlds drawn by the pen of invective divides into the evil and the shallow. The complementary inner worlds divide into the profound and the good.

(For sure, this is nothing new, yet it always is new. This is how recall of memory-resistant ideas happens. We are permitted to repeat, with new mouths to new ears, the old words.)