We harbor no resentment or bitterness towards life but rather refuse to embrace the mental and emotional comforts of rational man. The tragic nature of human experience, a toilsome journey without a goal, and the inherent pain of thought underscores our world view. Beyond this apparent disillusionment with all things human lies an affirmation of the physical and temporal conditions of being: an attempt however futile to live life beyond appeal. Our world is without hope. In such a world lucidity is a burden which men seek to avoid . . .We are in many ways mystics of the absurd who have renounced the mental and spiritual comforts of the world of ideologies, and a belief in the myth of human progress, to experience an inner exile: an exile which finds its voice in the chosen role of anchorite in relation to the vulgarity and sordidness of a decadent civilization.