The Future Must Enter You Long Before

No, No, One Can Imagine Nothing In The World, Not The Least Thing. Everything Is Composed Of So Many Isolated Details That Are Not To Be Foreseen. In One's Imagining One Passes Over Them And Hasty As One Is Doesn't Notice That They Are Missing. But Realities Are Slow And Indescribably Detailed.

If My Devils Are To Leave Me, I'm Afraid My Angels Will Take Flight As Well.

...a Carefree Letting Go Of Oneself, Not A Caution, But A Wise Blindness.

More Unsayable Than All Other Things Are Works Of Art, Those Mysterious Existences, Whose Life Endures Beside Our Own Small, Transitory Life.

Not Since Moses Has Anyone Seen A Mountain So Greatly.