Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great

Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great Silence Of Scientific Knowledge.

I Am Talking About Societies Drained Of Their Essence, Cultures Trampled Underfoot, Institutions Undermined, Lands Confiscated, Religions Smashed, Magnificent Artistic Creations Destroyed, Extraordinary Possibilities Wiped Out.

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

Reason, I Sacrifice You To The Evening Breeze.

There's Room For Everyone At The Rendezvous Of Victory.