When We Were Children We Were Errant

I Remember My Grandfather Telling Me How Each Of Us Must Live With A Full Measure Of Loneliness That Is Inescapable, And We Must Not Destroy Ourselves With Our Passion To Escape The Aloneness.

That's My Only Defense Against This World: To Build A Sentence Out Of It.

Being A Writer Requires An Intoxication With Language.

We Are All One. When We Allow Ourselves To Become Aware Of This Statement In Its Purest Form, We Open The Doors To Reveal The Oneness Of Being. Using The Process Of Conscious Evolution We Begin To Recognise Our True Underlying Identity, For Once We Have Glimpsed The Existence Of This Realm, We Then Begin To Reveal What It Is . . . . Our True Natural State.

Zen Is The Vehicle Of Reality.