In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

In A Dark Time, The Eye Begins To See / I Meet My Shadow In The Deepening Shade...dark, Dark My Light, And Darker My Desire.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.