Everything Is A Drug; It Depends On

He Who Knows Nothing Loves Nothing. He Who Can Do Nothing Understands Nothing. He Who Understands Nothing Is Worthless. But He Who Understands Also Loves, Notices, Sees. The More Knowledge Is Inherent In A Thing, The Greater The Love.

For One Country Is Different From Another; Its Earth Is Different, As Are Its Stones, Wines, Bread, Meat, And Everything That Grows And Thrives In A Specific Region.

What The Eyes Perceive In Herbs Or Stones Or Trees Is Not Yet A Remedy; The Eyes See Only The Dross.

However, Anyone To Whom This Happens Should Not Leave His Room Upon Awakening, Should Speak To No-one, But Remain Alone And Sober Until Everything Comes Back To Him, And He Recalls The Dream.

Thoughts Create A New Heaven, A New Firmament, A New Source Of Energy, From Which New Arts Flow.