Everything That Is Visible Hides Something That

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.

A Thing Which Is Present Can Be Invisible, Hidden By What It Shows

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.

Those Who Become Entangled In These False Ideas Are Prevented From Perceiving The Integral Oneness.