It Is Living And Ceasing To Live

The Mind Which Plunges Into Surrealism, Relives With Burning Excitement The Best Part Of Childhood.

At The Outset, It Is Only Liking, Not Understanding, That Matters. Gaps In Understanding ... Are Not Only Important, They Are Perhaps Even Welcome, Like Clearings In The Woods, The Better To Allow The Heart's Rays To Stream Out Without Obstacle. The Unlit Shadows Should Remain Obscure, Which Is The Very Condition Of Enchantment.

To See, To Hear, Means Nothing. To Recognize (or Not To Recognize) Means Everything.

Nothing That Surrounds Us Is Object, All Is Subject.

For Me, The Single Word "god" Suggests Everything That Is Slippery, Shady, Squalid, Foul, And Grotesque.