He Whose Intellect Overcomes His

The Eternal Looked Upon Me For A Moment With His Eye Of Power, And Annihilated Me In His Being, And Become Manifest To Me In His Essence. I Saw I Existed Through Him.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

Every Moment, The Sunlight Is Totally Empty And Totally Full.