In Each Of Us There Is Another

Life Has Always Seemed To Me Like A Plant That Lives On Its Rhizome. Its True Life Is Invisible, Hidden In The Rhizome. The Part That Appears Above Ground Lasts Only A Single Summer. Then It Withers Away—an Ephemeral Apparition. When We Think Of The Unending Growth And Decay Of Life And Civilizations, We Cannot Escape The Impression Of Absolute Nullity. Yet I Have Never Lost A Sense Of Something That Lives And Endures Underneath The Eternal Flux. What We See Is The Blossom, Which Passes. The Rhizome Remains.

Every Psychic Advance Of Man Arises From The Suffering Of The Soul.

A 'scream' Is Always Just That - A Noise And Not Music.

The Dream Arises From A Part Of The Mind Unknown To Us, But None The Less Important, And Is Concerned With The Desires For The Approaching Day.

The Individual Disposition Is Already A Factor In Childhood; It Is Innate, And Not Acquired In The Course Of A Life.