Our Vulgar Perception Is Not Concerned With

Birth Was The Death Of Him.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

I Am Interested In The Shape Of Ideas Even If I Do Not Believe In Them. There Is A Wonderful Sentence In Augustine . . . "do Not Despair: One Of The Thieves Was Saved; Do Not Presume: One Of The Thieves Was Damned." That Sentence Had A Wonderful Shape. It Is The Shape That Matters.

All Life Long, The Same Questions, The Same Answers.

Art Has Always Been This--pure Interrogation, Rhetorical Question Less The Rhetoric--whatever Else It May Have Been Obliged By Social Reality To Appear.