There Is No Original Truth, Only Original

Reverie Is Not A Mind Vacuum. It Is Rather The Gift Of An Hour Which Knows The Plenitude Of The Soul.

Baudelaire Writes: In Certain Almost Supernatural Inner States, The Depth Of Life Is Entirely Revealed In The Spectacle, However Ordinary, That We Have Before Our Eyes, And Which Becomes The Symbol Of It." Here We Have A Passage That Designates The Phenomenological Direction I Myself Pursue. The Exterior Spectacle Helps Intimate Grandeur Unfold.

A Man Is A Man To The Extent That He Is A Superman. A Man Should Be Defined By The Sum Of Those Tendencies Which Impel Him To Surpass The Human Condition.

Whoever Lives For Poetry Must Read Everything. How Often Has The Light Of A New Idea Sprung For Me From A Simple Brochure! When One Allows Himself To Be Animated By New Images, He Discovers Iridescence In The Images Of Old Books. Poetic Ages Unite In A Living Memory. The New Age Awakens The Old. The Old Age Comes To Live Again In The New. Poetry Is Never As Unified As When It Diversifies.

Our Whole Childhood Remains To Be Reimagined. In Reimagining It, We Have The Possibility Of Recovering It In The Very Life Of Our Reveries As A Solitary Child.