Follow That Will And That

Man Is The Mirror God Holds Up To Himself, The Sense Organ With Which He Apprehends His Being.

Nights Through Dreams Tell The Myths Forgotten By The Day.

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument.

In The End, The Only Events Of My Life Worth Telling Are Those When The Imperishable World Erupted Into This Transitory One All Other Memories Of Travels, People And My Surroundings Have Paled Beside These Interior Happenings But My Encounters With The 'other' Reality, My Bouts With The Unconscious, Are Indelibly Engraved On My Memory. In That Realm There Has Always Been Wealth In Abundance, And Everything Else Has Lost Importance By Comparison.

In Each Of Us There Is Another Whom We Do Not Know. He Speaks To Us In Dreams And Tells Us How Differently He Sees Us From The Way We See Ourselves. When, Therefore, We Find Ourselves In A Difficult Situation To Which There Is No Solution, He Can Sometimes Kindle A Light That Radically Alters Our Attitude - The Very Attitude That Led Us Into The Difficult Situation.