When You Possess Light Within, You See

The Ivory Tower Of The Artist May Be The Only Stronghold Left For Human Values, Cultural Treasures, Man’s Cult Of Beauty.

We Love Best Those Who Are, Or Act For Us, A Self We Do Not Wish To Be Or Act Out.

Ordinary Life Does Not Interest Me. I Seek Only The High Moments. I Am In Accord With The Surrealists, Searching For The Marvelous. I Want To Be A Writer Who Reminds Others That These Moments Exist; I Want To Prove That There Is Infinite Space, Infinite Meaning, Infinite Dimension. But I Am Not Always In What I Call A State Of Grace. I Have Days Of Illuminations And Fevers. I Have Days When The Music In My Head Stops. Then I Mend Socks, Prune Trees, Can Fruits, Polish Furniture. But While I Am Doing This I Feel I Am Not Living.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

We Are Going To The Moon That Is Not Very Far. Man Has So Much Farther To Go Within Himself.