To Be The Equal Of Reality You

Very Few People Realise That Sex Is A Psychic And Not A Physical Act. The Clumsy Coupling Of Human Beings Is Simply A Biological Paraphrase Of This Truth - A Primitive Method Of Introducing Minds To Each Other, Engaging Them. But Most People Are Stuck In The Physical Aspect, Unaware Of The Poetic Rapport Which It So Clumsily Tries To Teach.

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

Life Is Like A Cucumber. One Minute It's In Your Hand, The Next It's Up You Ass.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.