The Leaves And The Light Are One.

We Experience Ourselves Our Thoughts And Feelings As Something Separate From The Rest. A Kind Of Optical Delusion Of Consciousness. This Delusion Is A Kind Of Prison For Us, Restricting Us To Our Personal Desires And To Affection For A Few Persons Nearest To Us.

Degeneracy Follows Every Autocratic System Of Violence, For Violence Inevitably Attracts Moral Inferiors. Time Has Proven That Illustrious Tyrants Are Succeeded By Scoundrels.

When I Examine Myself And My Methods Of Thought, I Come To The Conclusion That The Gift Of Fantasy Has Meant More To Me Than My Talent For Absorbing Positive Knowledge. (reading This Makes Me Wonder How Much Sooner Man Could Have Walked On The Moon... Had We Listened To A Child's Fantasies. It Is Truly A Pity That So Many Lose Their Gift Of Imagination To The Steady Hum Of The Status Quo.)

The World We Have Made Is A Result Of The Level Of Thinking We Have Done Thus Far.

Art Is Standing With One Hand Extended Into The Universe And One Hand Extended Into The World, And Letting Ourselves Be A Conduit For Passing Energy.