These Fragments I Have Shored Against My

Quick Now, Here, Now, Always- A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything) And All Shall Be Well And All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well When The Tongues Of Flame Are In-folded Into The Crowned Knot Of Fire And The Fire And The Rose Are One.

Desire Itself Is Movement Not In Itself Desirable; Love Is Itself Unmoving, Only The Cause And End Of Movement, Timeless, And Undesiring Except In The Aspect Of Time Caught In The Form Of Limitation Between Un-being And Being.

Accident Is Design / And Design Is Accident / In A Cloud Of Unknowing.

Every Moment Is A New And Shocking Transvaluation Of All We Have Ever Been.

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.