To See Is To Be Decieved. To

Running Water Never Grows Stale.

The Now Is Indivisible. Completeness, The Now, Is An Absence Of The Conscious Mind To Strive To Divide That Which Is Indivisible. For Once The Completeness Of Things Is Taken Apart It Is No Longer Complete.

If Nothing Within You Stays Rigid, Outward Things Will Disclose Themselves. Moving, Be Like Water. Still, Be Like A Mirror. Respond Like An Echo.

Art Is The Way To The Absolute And To The Essence Of Human Life. The Aim Of Art Is Not The One-sided Promotion Of Spirit, Soul And Senses, But The Opening Of All Human Capacities – Thought, Feeling, Will – To The Life Rhythm Of The World Of Nature. So Will The Voiceless Voice Be Heard And The Self Be Brought Into Harmony With It.

The Ideal Is Unnatural Naturalness, Or Natural Unnaturalness. I Mean It Is A Combination Of Both. I Mean Here Is Natural Instinct And Here Is Control. You Are To Combine The Two In Harmony. Not If You Have One To The Extreme, You'll Be Very Unscientific. If You Have Another To The Extreme, You Become, All Of A Sudden, A Mechanical Man No Longer A Human Being. It Is A Successful Combination Of Both. That Way It Is A Process Of Continuing Growth.