We Can Redream This World And Make

A Dream Can Be The Highest Point Of A Life

If We Are True, If We Can Love, If We Have Vision, If We Can Have Courage, We Can, We Should, We Ought To, We Will.

Yes, The Highest Things Are Beyond Words. That Is Probably Why All Art Aspires To The Condition Of Wordlessness. When Literature Works On You, It Does So In Silence, In Your Dreams, In Your Wordless Moments. Good Words Enter You And Become Moods, Become The Quiet Fabric Of Your Being. Like Music, Like Painting, Literature Too Wants To Transcend Its Primary Condition And Become Something Higher. Art Wants To Move Into Silence, Into The Emotional And Spiritual Conditions Of The World. Statues Become Melodies, Melodies Become Yearnings, Yearnings Become Actions.

Magic Becomes Art When It Has Nothing To Hide.

Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist. We Ought To Be Broken, Ruined In Some Way.