Ideas Are Refined And Multiplied In The

We Comfort Ourselves By Reliving Memories Of Protection

Man Is An Imagining Being.

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.

Here Is Menard's Own Intimate Forest: 'now I Am Traversed By Bridle Paths, Under The Seal Of Sun And Shade...i Live In Great Density...shelter Lures Me. I Slump Down Into The Thick Foliage...in The Forest, I Am My Entire Self. Everything Is Possible In My Heart Just As It Is In The Hiding Places In Ravines. Thickly Wooded Distance Separates Me From Moral Codes And Cities.

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest.