Childhood Knows Unhappiness Through Men. In Solitude,

Rilke Wrote: 'these Trees Are Magnificent, But Even More Magnificent Is The Sublime And Moving Space Between Them, As Though With Their Growth It Too Increased.

A Book Is A Human Fact; A Great Book Like Seraphita Gathers Together Numerous Psychological Elements. These Elements Become Coherent Through A Sort Of Psychological Beauty. It Does The Reader A Service.

Baudelaire Writes: In Certain Almost Supernatural Inner States, The Depth Of Life Is Entirely Revealed In The Spectacle, However Ordinary, That We Have Before Our Eyes, And Which Becomes The Symbol Of It." Here We Have A Passage That Designates The Phenomenological Direction I Myself Pursue. The Exterior Spectacle Helps Intimate Grandeur Unfold.

Happy Is The Man Who Knows Or Even The Man Who Remembers Those Silent Vigils Where Silence Itself Was The Sign Of The Communion Of Souls!

The Dream Remains Overloaded With The Badly Lived Passions Of Daytime Life. Solitude In The Nocturnal Dream Is Always A Hostility. It Is Strange. It Isn't Really Our Solitude.