I Want The Wonder Back Again, Or

Ours Is Essentially A Tragic Age, So We Refuse To Take It Tragically. The Cataclysm Has Happened, We Are Among The Ruins, We Start To Build Up New Little Habitats, To Have New Little Hopes. It Is Rather Hard Work: There Is Now No Smooth Road Into The Future: But We Go Round, Or Scramble Over The Obstacles. We’ve Got To Live, No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen.

Can You Understand How Cruelly I Feel The Lack Of Friends Who Will Believe In Me A Bit?

One Should Be Religious In Everything, Have God, Whatever God Might Be, Present In Everything.

But Better Die Than Live Mechanically A Life That Is A Repetition Of Repetitions.

Sex Is Our Deepest Form Of Consciousness. It Is Utterly Non-ideal, Non-mental. It Is Pure Blood-consciousness.... It Is The Consciousness Of The Night, When The Soul Is Almost Asleep.