Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain

At The Still Point Of The Turning World. Neither Flesh Nor Fleshless; Neither From Nor Towards; At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

In Order To Arrive At What You Are Not, You Must Go Through The Way In Which You Are Not.

Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.

The Destination Cannot Be Described; / You Will Know Very Little Until You Get There; / You Will Journey Blind.