I Believe In Invisible; I Do Not

A Photograph Of A Woman Crying Tells Me Nothing About Grief. Or A Photograph Of A Woman Ecstatic Tells Me Nothing About Ecstasy. What Is The Nature Of These Emotions? The Problem With Photography Is That It Only Deals With Appearances.

I Don't Get Straight People, But I Understand What They Look Like.

Then All At Once In Late August's Heat, Tall Leafless Stalks Crowned With Iridescent Pink And Purple Blossoms Burst From The Purgatory In The Earth. This Arcane Act Of Nature, Though Perceived By Us As Ordinary, Is A Manifestation Of Maya's Phantom Play, The Great Immensity Expressed In Every Way. My Garden Is The Universe. I Am The Universe. I Am My Garden. All Things Are The Same.

Taking The Photograph Is The Easiest Part For Me

In The West, People Tend To Look At Life As Spectators, But In The East, People Are The Thing.