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We Have Demythologized Prematurely, That We've Actually Lost The Vocabulary For Discussing Reality At Its Largest Scales. The Idea That Myth Is The Opposite Of Knowledge, Or The Opposite Of Truth, Is Simply To Disallow It. It Is Like Saying Poetry Is The Opposite Of Truth.

I Think Hope Is The Worst Thing In The World. I Really Do. It Makes A Fool Of You While It Lasts. And Then When It's Gone, It's Like There's Nothing Left Of You At All . . . Except What You Can't Be Rid Of.

We Experience Pain And Difficulty As Failure Instead Of Saying, I Will Pass Through This, Everyone I Have Ever Admired Has Passed Through This, Music Has Come Out Of It, Literature Has Come Out Of It. We Should Think Of Our Humanity As A Privilege.

Every Spirit Passing Through The World Fingers The Tangible And Mars The Mutable, And Finally Has Come To Look And Not To Buy.

The Moon Looks Wonderful In This Warm Evening Light, Just As A Candle Flame Looks Beautiful In The Light Of Morning. Light Within Light...it Seems To Me To Be A Metaphor For The Human Soul, The Singular Light Within That Great General Light Of Existence.