Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

Avicenna California...museum Of My Twisted Youth, Vault Of My Dearest And Most Disgusting Memories.

I'll Tell You Something. Once I Was Very Fond Of A Poem By Emily Dickinson Or Somebody. I Only Remember One Line Of It, But It Goes, 'the Soul Selects Her Own Society.' I Used To Tell It To Everybody. Once I Quoted It To A Friend Of Mine, And He Said, 'maybe, But The Body Gets Thrown Into Bed With The Goddamnedest People.

...no Place Is More Enchanted Than Where A Unicorn Has Been Born.

You Were The One Who Taught Me," He Said. "i Never Looked At You Without Seeing The Sweetness Of The Way The World Goes Together, Or Without Sorrow For Its Spoiling. I Became A Hero To Serve You, And All That Is Like You.

The Lady Amalthea Beckoned, And The Cat Wriggled All Over, Like A Dog, But He Would Not Come Near... She Was Offering Her Open Palm To The Crook-eared Cat, But He Stayed Where He Was, Shivering With The Desire To Go To Her"...[later, Molly Asked The Cat] "why Were You Afraid To Let Her Touch You? I Saw You. You Were Afraid Of Her." "if She Had Touched Me," He Said Very Softly, "i Would Have Been Hers And Not My Own, Not Ever Again. I Wanted Her To Touch Me But I Could Not Let Her. No Cat Will... The Price Is More Than A Cat Can Pay.