That Which Is Imagined Can Never Be

My Imagination Is My Polestar; I Steer By That.

It’s Only When You’ve Lost Someone That You Realize The Nonsense Of That Phrase “it’s A Small World”. It Isn’t. It’s A Vast, Devouring World, Especially If You’re Alone.

Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

It Is Great Good Health To Believe As The Hindus Do That There Are 33 Million Gods And Goddesses In The World. It Is Great Good Health To Want To Understand One S Dreams. It Is Great Good Health To Desire The Ambiguous And Paradoxical. It Is Sickness Of The Profoundest Kind To Believe That There Is One Reality. There Is Sickness In Any Piece Of Work Or Any Piece Of Art Seriously Attempting To Suggest That The Idea That There Is More Than One Reality Is Somehow Redundant.

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.