Yes, There Is Some Thought About Making

We Live Less Than The Time It Takes To Blink An Eye, If We Measure Our Lives Against Eternity. So It May Be Asked What Value Is There To A Human Life. There Is So Much Pain In The World. What Does It Mean To Have To Suffer So Much, If Our Lives Are Nothing More Than The Blink Of An Eye?...i Learned A Long Time Ago, Reuven, That A Blink Of An Eye In Itself Is Nothing; But The Eye That Blinks, That Is Something.

Something That Is Yours Forever Is Never Precious

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

I'm Constantly Revising. Once The Book Is Written And Typed, I Go Through The Entire Draft Again.

Every Man Who Has Shown The World The Way To Beauty, To True Culture, Has Been A Rebel, A 'universal' Without Patriotism, Without Home, Who Has Found His People Everywhere.