I Try To Avoid Experience If I

Uncharged With Invisible Meaning, The Visible Is Nothing, Mere Clay; And Without Visible Circumstance, A Territory, To Connect To, Our Spirit Is Shapeless, Nameless, And Undefined.

All Over The World Today, Not Just In The Totalitarian Countries, Assiduous Functionaries In Ministries Of Truth Are Clubbing History Dumb And Rendering Language Insensible.

I Lived In New York For A Couple Months. It Seemed To Me At First An Incredibly Clean Place With Well-dressed People And Washed Cars And Bright-painted Red-and-yellow Streetcars And White Buildings.

My Memories Pale As I Prevail Upon Them Again And Again. They Become More And More Ghostly. I Fear Nothing So Much As Losing Them Altogether And Having Only My Blank Endless Mind To Live In.

Most People Are Quiet In The World, And Live In It Tentatively, As If It Were Not Their Own.