You Follow The Same Paths Of Thought

You Follow The Same Paths Of Thought As Before. Only, They Appear Strewn With Roses.

To Perceive The Aura Of An Object We Look At Means To Invest It With The Ability To Look At Us In Return.

I Came Into The World Under The Sign Of Saturn -- The Star Of The Slowest Revolution, The Planet Of Detours And Delays.

The Power Of A Text When It Is Read Is Different From The Power It Has When It Is Copied Out. Only The Copied Text Thus Commands The Soul Of Him Who Is Occupied With It, Whereas The Mere Reader Never Discovers The New Aspects Of His Inner Self That Are Opened By The Text, That Road Cut Through The Interior Jungle Forever Closing Behind It: Because The Reader Follows The Movement Of His Mind In The Free Flight Of Day-dreaming, Whereas The Copier Submits It To Command.

No Poem Is Intended For The Reader, No Picture For The Beholder, No Symphony For The Listener.