Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire

Try And Travel With The Eyes Of The Spirit Wide Open, And Not Too Much Factual Information. To Tune In, Without Reverence, Idly -- But With Real Inward Attention. It Is To Be Had For The Feeling, That Mysterious Sense Of Rapport, Of Identity With The Ground. You Can Extract The Essence Of A Place Once You Know How. If You Just Get As Still As A Needle You'll Be There.

Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

What Are Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?

All Artists Today Are Expected To Cultivate A Little Fashionable Unhappiness.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.