We Are On A Mission: We Are

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

The Normal Present Connects The Past And The Future Through Limitation. Contiguity Results, Crystallization By Means Of Solidification. There Also Exists, However, A Spiritual Present That Identifies Past And Future Through Dissolution, And This Mixture Is The Element, The Atmosphere Of The Poet.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

The Artist Stands On The Human Being As A Statue Does On A Pedestal.