The Thought Is Not Something That Observes

You Proclaim That One Should Die For The Highest Virtues, Because You Take It For Granted That Nobody's Been Living For Them, Not Even For A Single Hour.

Is Not Art A Tool We Employ To Peel The Kitsch Off Life? Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare. The More Abstract It Gets, The More Transparent The Air Is. Can It Be That The Farther It Is Removed From Life, The Clearer Art Becomes?

Mathematics Is The Source Of A Wicked Intellect That, While Making Man The Lord Of The Earth, Also Makes Him The Slave Of The Machine.

And While Faith Based On Theological Reasoning Is Today Universally Engaged In A Bitter Struggle With Doubt And Resistance From The Prevailing Brand Of Rationalism, It Does Seem That The Naked Fundamental Experience Itself, That Primal Seizure Of Mystic Insight, Stripped Of Religious Concepts, Perhaps No Longer To Be Regarded As A Religious Experience At All, Has Undergone An Immense Expansion And Now Forms The Soul Of That Complex Irrationalism That Haunts Our Era Like A Night Bird Lost In The Dawn.

It Is Life That Does The Thinking All Around Us, Forming With Playful Ease The Connections Our Reason Can Only Laboriously Patch Together Piecemeal, And Never To Such Kaleidoscopic Effect.