Whatever Is Not Stone Is Light

Poet: Gardener Of Epitaphs.

Art Is What Remains Of Religion: The Dance Above The Yawning Abyss.

Beyond Happiness Or Unhappiness, Though It Is Both Things, Love Is Intensity; It Does Not Give Us Eternity But Life, That Second In Which The Doors Of Time And Space Open Just A Crack: Here Is There And Now Is Always.

Language Lies Outside Of Society Because It Is Its Foundation; But It Also Lies Within Society Because That Is The Only Place Where It Exists And The Only Place Where It Develops.

Wisdom Lies Neither In Fixity Nor In Change, But In The Dialectic Between The Two.