Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which

...."the Sound Of A Barrel Organ Rising From The Deepest Golden Vein Of The Day; Two Or Three Bars Of A Chorus, Played On A Distant Piano Over And Over Again, Melting In The Sun On The White Pavement, Lost In The Fire Of High Noon.

There Are Things Than Cannot Ever Occur With Any Precision. They Are Too Big And Too Magnificent To Be Contained In Mere Facts. They Are Merely Trying To Occur, They Are Checking Whether The Ground Of Reality Can Carry Them. And They Quickly Withdraw, Fearing To Loose Their Integrity In The Frailty Of Realization.

My Ideal Goal Is To "mature" Into Childhood. That Would Be Genuine Maturity.

An Event May Be Small And Insignificant In Its Origin , And Yet, When Drawn Close To One’s Eye, It May Open In Its Center An Infinite And Radiant Perspective Because A Higher Order Of Being Is Trying To Express Itself In It And Irradiates It Violently.

So, It Comes To Pass That, When We Pursue An Inquiry Beyond A Certain Depth, We Step Out Of The Field Of Psychological Categories And Enter The Sphere Of The Ultimate Mysteries Of Life. The Floorboards Of The Soul, To Which We Try To Penetrate, Fan Open And Reveal The Starry Firmament.