If We Are True, If We Can

In The Beginning There Was A River. The River Became A Road And The Road Branched Out To The Whole World. And Because The Road Was Once A River It Was Always Hungry.

You Are A Mischievous One. You Will Cause No End Of Trouble. You Have To Travel Many Roads Before You Find The River Of Your Destiny. This Life Of Yours Will Be Full Of Riddles. You Will Be Protected And You Will Never Be Alone.

Yes, The Highest Things Are Beyond Words. That Is Probably Why All Art Aspires To The Condition Of Wordlessness. When Literature Works On You, It Does So In Silence, In Your Dreams, In Your Wordless Moments. Good Words Enter You And Become Moods, Become The Quiet Fabric Of Your Being. Like Music, Like Painting, Literature Too Wants To Transcend Its Primary Condition And Become Something Higher. Art Wants To Move Into Silence, Into The Emotional And Spiritual Conditions Of The World. Statues Become Melodies, Melodies Become Yearnings, Yearnings Become Actions.

Stories Can Conquer Fear, You Know. They Can Make The Heart Bigger.

The Law Is Simple. Every Experience Is Repeated Or Suffered Till You Experience It Properly And Fully The First Time.