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It Is In The Capacity To Love, That Is To See, That The Liberation Of The Soul From Fantasy Consists. The Freedom Which Is A Proper Human Goal Is The Freedom From Fantasy, That Is The Realism Of Compassion. What I Have Called Fantasy, The Proliferation Of Blinding Self-centered Aims And Images, Is Itself A Powerful System Of Energy, And Most Of What Is Often Called 'will' Or 'willing' Belongs To This System. What Counteracts The System Is Attention To Reality Inspired By, Consisting Of, Love.

Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

I Feel Half Faded Away Like Some Figure In The Background Of An Old Picture.

Good Writing Is Full Of Surprises And Novelties, Moving In A Direction You Don't Expect.