Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The Desire To Be At Home.

Friends, The Soil Is Poor, We Must Sow Seeds In Plenty For Us To Garner Even Modest Harvests.

How Do We See Physically? No Differently That We Do In Our Consciousness - By Means Of The Productive Power Of Imagination. Consciousness Is The Eye And Ear, The Sense For Inner And Outer Meaning.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

We Are Near Waking When We Dream We Are Dreaming.