Life Is The Path You Beat While

Death Is Something We Don't Have To Fear, Since As Long As We Exist Death Doesn't And When It Does We Don't.

Wherever Learning Breeds Specialists, The Sum Of Human Culture Is Enhanced Thereby. That Is The Illusion And Consolation Of Specialists.

The Only Living Language Is The Language In Which We Think And Have Our Being.

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.

Has My Heart Gone To Sleep? Have The Beehives Of My Dreams Stopped Working, The Waterwheel Of The Mind Run Dry, Scoops Turning Empty, Only Shadow Inside? No, My Heart Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. Not Asleep, Not Dreaming— Its Eyes Are Opened Wide Watching Distant Signals, Listening On The Rim Of Vast Silence