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In Religion, It Is Not The Sycophants Or Those Who Cling Most Faithfully To The Status Quo Who Are Ultimately Praised. It Is The Insurgents.

Ecstasy Is The Accurate Term For The Intensity Of Consciousness That Occurs In The Creative Act.

Tools And Techniques Ought To Be An Extension Of Consciousness, But They Can Just As Easily Be A Protection From Consciousness. Then The Tools Become Defence Mechanisms... Against The Unconscious.

Poets Often Have A Conscious Awareness That They Are Struggling With The Daimonic, And That The Issue Is Their Working Something Through From The Depths Which Push The Self To A New Plane.

There Is A Curiously Sharp Sense Of Joy - Or Perhaps Better Expressed, A Sense Of Mild Ecstasy - That Comes When You Find The Particular Form Required By Your Creation.