It's Not The Genius Who Is 100

Life Forms A Surface That Acts As If It Could Not Be Otherwise, But Under Its Skin Things Are Pounding And Pulsing.

Have We Not Huddled In Bunkers, While Some Premonition Of Tomorrow Hung In The Air And A Comrade Started Singing? Oh, It Felt So Melancholy! And It Was Kitsch.

True' And 'false' Are The Evasions Of People Who Never Want To Arrive At A Decision. Truth Is Something Without End.

Time, Which Runs Through The World Like An Endless Tinsel Thread, Seemed To Pass Through The Centre Of This Room And Through The Centre Of These People And Suddenly To Pause And Petrify, Stiff, Still And Glittering... And The Objects In The Room Drew A Little Closer Together.

And While Faith Based On Theological Reasoning Is Today Universally Engaged In A Bitter Struggle With Doubt And Resistance From The Prevailing Brand Of Rationalism, It Does Seem That The Naked Fundamental Experience Itself, That Primal Seizure Of Mystic Insight, Stripped Of Religious Concepts, Perhaps No Longer To Be Regarded As A Religious Experience At All, Has Undergone An Immense Expansion And Now Forms The Soul Of That Complex Irrationalism That Haunts Our Era Like A Night Bird Lost In The Dawn.