But What Are Pity, Conscience, Or Fear

As In An Explosion, I Would Erupt With All The Wonderful Things I Saw And Understood In This World.

Reshaping Life! People Who Can Say That Have Never Understood A Thing About Life—they Have Never Felt Its Breath, Its Heartbeat—however Much They Have Seen Or Done. They Look On It As A Lump Of Raw Material That Needs To Be Processed By Them, To Be Ennobled By Their Touch. But Life Is Never A Material, A Substance To Be Molded. If You Want To Know, Life Is The Principle Of Self-renewal, It Is Constantly Renewing And Remaking And Changing And Transfiguring Itself, It Is Infinitely Beyond Your Or My Obtuse Theories About It.

A Conscious Attempt To Fall Asleep Is Sure To Produce Insomnia, To Try To Be Conscious Of One's Own Digestion Is A Sure Way To Upset The Stomach. Consciousness Is A Poison When We Apply It To Ourselves. Consciousness Is A Light Directed Outward. It's Like The Headlights On A Locomotive—turn Them Inward And You'd Have A Crash.

He Was A Natural, And In The Russian Way, Tragically Above These Banalities.

And Now Listen Carefully. You In Others-this Is Your Soul. This Is What You Are. This Is What Your Consciousness Has Breathed And Lived On And Enjoyed Throughout Your Life-your Soul, Your Immortality, Your Life In Others. And What Now? You Have Always Been In Others And You Will Remain In Others. And What Does It Matter To You If Later On That Is Called Your Memory? This Will Be You-the You That Enters The Future And Becomes A Part Of It.