When We Follow Our Bliss, We Are

The Problem Of Making The Inner Meet The Outer Of Today Is, Of Course, The Function Of The Artist.

I Should Have Said, 'follow Your Blisters.'

The Garden Is A Metaphor For The Following: Our Minds, And Our Thinking In Terms Of Pairs Of Opposites--man And Woman, Good And Evil--are As Holy As That Of A God. (50)

The Fates Lead Him Who Will; Him Who Won't They Drag.

The Perfect Human Being Is Uninteresting.