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The Psychology Of The Alchemist Is That Of Reveries Trying To Constitute Themselves In Experiments On The Exterior World. A Double Vocabulary Must Be Established Between Reverie And Experiment. The Exaltation Of The Names Of Substances Is The Preamble To Experiments On The "exalted" Substances.

All The Senses Awaken And Fall Into Harmony In Poetic Reverie. Poetic Reverie Listens To This Polyphony Of The Senses, And The Poetic Consciousness Must Record It.

Here Is Menard's Own Intimate Forest: 'now I Am Traversed By Bridle Paths, Under The Seal Of Sun And Shade...i Live In Great Density...shelter Lures Me. I Slump Down Into The Thick Foliage...in The Forest, I Am My Entire Self. Everything Is Possible In My Heart Just As It Is In The Hiding Places In Ravines. Thickly Wooded Distance Separates Me From Moral Codes And Cities.

When We Are Children, People Show Us So Many Things That We Lose The Profound Sense Of Seeing... And Just How Could Adults Show Us The World They Have Lost! They Know; They Think They Know; They Say They Know.

The Human Being Taken In His Profound Reality As Well As In His Great Tension Of Becoming Is A Divided Being, A Being Which Divides Again, Having Permitted Himself The Illusion Of Unity For Barely An Instant. He Divides And Then Reunites.