No Artist Tolerates Reality.

Human, All Too Human.

It Is With Artworks As It Is With Wine: It Is Much Better When We Do Not Need Either One, When We Stick With Water, And When Out Of Our Own Inner Fire, The Inner Sweetness Of Our Own Soul, We Turn The Water Over And Over Again Into Wine Ourselves.

That God Became Man Indicates Only This: That Man Should Not Seek His Salvation In Eternity, But Rather Establish His Heaven On Earth.

A Thought, Even A Possibility, Can Shatter And Transform Us.

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!