Reality Is As Thin As Paper And

Reality Is As Thin As Paper And Betrays With All Its Cracks Its Imitative Character.

An Event May Be Small And Insignificant In Its Origin , And Yet, When Drawn Close To One’s Eye, It May Open In Its Center An Infinite And Radiant Perspective Because A Higher Order Of Being Is Trying To Express Itself In It And Irradiates It Violently.

Under The Imaginary Table That Separates Me From My Readers, Don’t We Secretly Clasp Each Other’s Hands?

Animals! The Object Of Insatiable Interest, Examples Of The Riddle Of Life, Created, As It Were, To Reveal The Human Being To Man Himself, Displaying His Richness And Complexity In A Thousand Kaleidoscopic Possibilities, Each Of Them Brought To Some Curious End, To Some Characteristic Exuberance.

Now The Windows, Blinded By The Glare Of The Empty Square, Had Fallen Asleep. The Balconies Declared Their Emptiness To Heaven; The Open Doorways Smelt Of Coolness And Wine.