I Have No Brakes On...analysis Is For

I Did Not Feel Drawn To Huxley. He Was Beautiful Physically But Again Without Vibrations Or Sensory Antennae... And I Had A Painful Impression Of A Psychic Blindness. With All His Science And Knowledge, In The Mystic World He Blundered.

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

To Mistake Ugliness For Reality Is One Of The Frauds Of The Realistic School [of Writing]. A Hunger For The Unknown And An Aspiration Toward Beauty Were Inseparable From Civilization. In America The Word Art Was Distorted To Mean Artificial.

Each Contact With A Human Being Is So Rare, So Precious, One Should Preserve It.

I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I Find A Unique Bird I Once Saw In My Dreams.