At The Core Of The Universe, The

I Am What I Am And Cannot Be Otherwise Because Of The Shadows.

I No Longer Cared About Survival...i Merely Loved.

It Is Frequently The Tragedy Of The Great Artist For Example Vincent Van Gogh, As It Is Of The Great Scientist, That He Frightens The Ordinary Man. If He Is More Than A Popular Story-teller It May Take Humanity A Generation To Absorb And Grow Accustomed To The New Geography With Which The Scientist Or Artist Presents Us. Even Then, Perhaps Only The More Imaginative And Literate May Accept Him. Subconsciously The Genius Is Feared As An Image Breaker; Frequently He Does Not Accept The Opinions Of The Mass, Or Man's Opinion Of Himself.

Like The Herd Animals We Are, We Sniff Warily At The Strange One Among Us.

From The Solitude Of The Wood, (man) Has Passed To The More Dreadful Solitude Of The Heart.