We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean

One Human Life Is Deeper Than The Ocean. Strange Fishes And Sea-monsters And Mighty Plants Live In The Rock-bed Of Our Spirits. The Whole Of Human History Is An Undiscovered Continent Deep In Our Souls. There Are Dolphins, Plants That Dream, Magic Birds Inside Us. The Sky Is Inside Us. The Earth Is In Us.

Don't Read What Everyone Else Is Reading. Check Them Out Later, Cautiously.

We Disliked The Rigours Of Existence, The Unfulfilled Longings, The Enshrined Injustices Of The World, The Labyrinths Of Love, The Ignorance Of Parents, The Fact Of Dying, And The Amazing Indifference Of The Living In The Midst Of The Simple Beauties Of The Universe. We Feared The Heartlessness Of Human Beings, All Of Whom Are Born Blind, Few Of Whom Ever Learn To See.

It Is Not Important For Me As A Writer That You Leave A Piece Of Writing Of Mine With Either An Agreement Or Even A Resonance With What I Have Said. What Is Important Is That You Leave With The Resonance Of What You Have Felt And What You Thought In Reaction To That.

There Ought To Be Three Traditions In The Art Of Humanity: The Realistic, The Visionary And The Wild.