There Is A Fissure In My Vision

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

Write. Write Until It Stops Hurting.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

While Analyzing So Many People I Realized The Constant Need Of A Mother, Or A Father, Or A God (the Same Thing) Is Really Immaturity. It Is A Childish Need, A Human Need, But So Universal That I Can See How It Gave Birth To All Religions.

Either One Fails In One's Art Or In One's Life.