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The Paintings Of Francis Bacon To My Eye Are Very Beautiful. The Paintings Of Bosch Or Goya Are To My Eye Very Beautiful. I've Also Stood In Front Of Those Same Paintings With People Who've Said, 'let's Get On To The Botticellis As Soon As Possible.' I Have Lingered, Of Course.

His Body And His Mind Went About Their Different Businesses. The Former, Freed From Conscious Instruction, Breathed, Rolled, Sweated, And Digested. The Latter Went Dreaming.

A Man Kills The Thing He Loves, And He Must Die A Little Himself.

There Is No Such Thing As Originality. It Has All Been Said Before, Suffered Before. If A Person Knows That, Is It Any Wonder Love Becomes Mechanical And Death Just A Scene To Be Shunned? There Is No Absolute Knowledge To Be Gained From Either. Just Another Ride On The Merry-go-round, Another Blurred Scene Of Faces Smiling And Faces Grieved.

‎"magic Is The First And Last Religion Of The World. It Has The Power To Make Us Whole, To Open Our Eyes To The Dominions And Return Us To Ourselves. Everything That Isn't Us Is Also Ourselves. We're Joined To Everything That Was, Is And Will Be. From One End Of The Imajica To Another. From The Tiniest Mote Dancing Over This Flame To The Godhead Itself.