It Is Not The Visions But The

I Belong To An Ancient, Idle, Wild And Useless Tribe, Perhaps I Am Even One Of The Last Members Of It, Who For Many Thousands Of Years, In All Countries And Parts Of The World, Has, Now And Again, Stayed For A Time Among The Hard-working Honest People In Real Life, And Sometimes Has Thus Been Fortunate Enough To Create Another Sort Of Reality For Them, Which In Some Way Or Another, Has Satisfied Them. I Am A Storyteller.

One May Take Many Liberties With God Which One Cannot Take With Men.

I Have Before Seen Other Countries, In The Same Manner, Give Themselves To You When You Are About To Leave Them.

Humanity Has Made A Great Error In Seizing On A Certain Moment, No More Intrinsically Notable Than Any Other Moment And Has Called It Birth. The Habit Of Honoring One Single Instant Of The Universal Process To The Disadvantage Of Other Instants Has Done More, Perhaps, Than Anything To Obfuscate The Crystal Clearness Of The Fundamental Flux.

The True Art Of The Gods Is The Comic. The Comic Is A Condescension Of The Divine To The World Of Man; It Is The Sublime Vision, Which Cannot Be Studied, But Must Ever Be Celestially Granted. In The Comic The Gods See Their Own Being Reflected As In A Mirror, And While The Tragic Poet Is Bound By Strict Laws, They Will Allow The Comic Artist A Freedom As Unlimited As Their Own.