Reverie Is Not A Mind Vacuum. It

The Past Of The Soul Is So Distant! The Soul Does Not Live On The Edge Of Time. It Finds Its Rest In The Universe Imagined By Reverie.

True Poetry Is A Function Of Awakening. It Awakens Us, But It Must Retain The Memory Of Previous Dreams.

Irony Gives Us, At Little Expense, The Impression That We Are Experienced Psychologists.

One Must Always Maintain One's Connection To The Past And Yet Ceaselessly Pull Away From It.

Ideas Are Refined And Multiplied In The Commerce Of Minds. In Their Splendor, Images Effect A Very Simple Communion Of Souls.