I Am Alone; All Drowns In The

What You Don't Understand Is That It Is Possible To Be An Atheist, It Is Possible Not To Know If God Exists Or Why He Should, And Yet To Believe That Man Does Not Live In A State Of Nature But In History, And That History As We Know It Now Began With Christ, It Was Founded By Him On The Gospels.

As Before The Collapse, The Setting Sun Brushed The Tiles, Brought Out The Warm Brown Glow On The Wallpaper, And Hung The Shadow Of The Birch On The Wall As If It Were A Woman's Scarf.

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.

It Is No Longer Possible For Lyric Poetry To Express The Immensity Of Our Experience. Life Has Grown Too Cumbersome, Too Complicated. We Have Acquired Values Which Are Best Expressed In Prose.

The Great Majority Of Us Are Required To Live A Constant, Systematic Duplicity. Your Health Is Bound To Be Affected By It If, Day After Day, You Say The Opposite Of What You Feel, You Grovel Before What You Dislike And Rejoice At What Bring Brings You Nothing But Misfortune. Our Nervous System Isn’t Just A Fiction, It’s Part Of Our Physical Body, And Our Soul Exists In Space And Is Inside Us, Like Teeth In Our Mouth. It Can’t Be Forever Violated With Impunity.