If We Value So Highly

True Beauty Is Something That Attacks, Overpowers, Robs, And Finally Destroys.

Yet How Strange A Thing Is The Beauty Of Music! The Brief Beauty That The Player Brings Into Being Transforms A Given Period Of Time Into Pure Continuance; It Is Certain Never To Be Repeated; Like The Existence Of Dayflies And Other Such Short-lived Creatures, Beauty Is A Perfect Abstraction And Creation Of Life Itself. Nothing Is So Similar To Life As Music.

History Knew The Truth. History Was The Most Inhuman Product Of Humanity.it Scooped Up The Whole Of Human Will And, Like The Goddess Kali In Calcutta, Dripped Blood From Its Mouth As It Bit And Crunched.

I Am One Who Has Always Been Interested Only In The Edges Of The Body And The Spirit, The Outlying Regions Of The Body And The Outlying Regions Of The Spirit. The Depths Hold No Interest For Me; I Leave Them To Others, For They Are Shallow, Commonplace. What Is There, Then, At The Outer Most Edge? Nothing, Perhaps, Save A Few Ribbons, Dangling Down Into The Void.

By Means Of Microscopic Observation And Astronomical Projection The Lotus Flower Can Become The Foundation For An Entire Theory Of The Universe And An Agent Whereby We May Perceive Truth.