The skull is nature's sculpture.
Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split as a general thing.
Can you imagine a guy breaking into your car and he steals your guitar case 'cause he thinks it's a guitar and he gets it home and opens it up and there's a rake inside it an electric toilet plunger and a dog skull? That actually happened.
I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy - a crow and a rabbit - to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.
What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?