One Can Not Understand Language Because Language

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

When One Begins To Reflect On Philosophy—then Philosophy Seems To Us To Be Everything, Like God, And Love. It Is A Mystical, Highly Potent, Penetrating Idea—which Ceaselessly Drives Us Inward In All Directions. The Decision To Do Philosophy—to Seek Philosophy Is The Act Of Self-liberation—the Thrust Toward Ourselves.

The Artist Belongs To His Work, Not The Work To The Artist.