Even A Room Which Must Be Dark

I Sense Light As The Giver Of All Presences, And Material As Spent Light. What Is Made By Light Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'

The Crocodile Must Want To Be A Crocodile For Reasons Of The Crocodile

You Can Never Learn Anything That Is Not A Part Of Yourself.

Thoughts Exchanged By One And Another Are Not The Same In One Room As In Another.