One Does Not Travel By Plane. One

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.

I Was Young, And By Instinct Of Self-preservation I Had To Collect My Energy On Something, If I Were Not To Be Whirled Away With The Dusk On The Farm-roads, Or The Smoke On The Plain. I Begun In The Evenings To Write Stories, Fairy-tales, And Romances, That Would Take My Mind A Long Way Off, To Other Countries And Times.

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.

Do You Know...what I Think Is A Great Pity? It Is This: That We Have All Become Such Skeptics That We Hardly Believe What Our Pious Grandmothers Told Us.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.