The End Is In The Beginning And

But What A Feeling Can Come Over A Man Just From Seeing The Things He Believes In And Hopes For Symbolized In The Concrete Form Of A Man. In Something That Gives A Focus To All The Other Things He Knows To Be Real. Something That Makes Unseen Things Manifest And Allows Him To Come To His Hopes And Dreams Through His Outer Eye And Through The Touch And Feel Of His Natural Hand.

I Remember That I'm Invisible And Walk Softly So As Not Awake The Sleeping Ones. Sometimes It Is Best Not To Awaken Them; There Are Few Things In The World As Dangerous As Sleepwalkers.

If You Can Show Me How I Can Cling To That Which Is Real To Me, While Teaching Me A Way Into The Larger Society, Then And Only Then Will I Drop My Defenses And Hostility, And I Will Sing Your Praises And Help You To Make The Desert Bear Fruit.

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

Words Are Your Business, Boy. Not Just The Word. Words Are Everything. The Key To The Rock, The Answer To The Question.