Only A God Can Save Us.

Nothing Is Everything That Doesn't Happen At This Very Moment.

The Poets Are In The Vanguard Of A Changed Conception Of Being.

Transcendence Constitutes Selfhood.

A Boundary Is Not That At Which Something Stops, But That From Which Something Begins.

The World Worlds, And Is More Fully In Being Than The Tangible And Perceptible Realm In Which We Believe Ourselves To Be At Home...by The Opening Up Of A World, All Things Gain Their Lingering And Hastening, Their Remoteness And Nearness, Their Scope And Limits. In A World's Worlding Is Gathered That Spaciousness Out Of Which The Protective Grace Of The Gods Is Granted And Withheld. Even This Doom Of The God Remaining Absent Is A Way In Which The World Worlds...all Coming To Presence...keeps Itself Concealed To The Last.