A Dream Can Be The Highest Point

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.

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.

Reading, Therefore, Is A Co-production Between Writer And Reader. The Simplicity Of This Tool Is Astounding. So Little, Yet Out Of It Whole Worlds, Eras, Characters, Continents, People Never Encountered Before, People You Wouldn’t Care To Sit Next To In A Train, People That Don’t Exist, Places You’ve Never Visited, Enigmatic Fates, All Come To Life In The Mind, Painted Into Existence By The Reader’s Creative Powers. In This Way The Creativity Of The Writer Calls Up The Creativity Of The Reader. Reading Is Never Passive.

This Is What You Must Be Like. Grow Wherever Life Puts You Down.

I Know That Human Beings Are Capable Of Anything.