Only The Wounded Physician Heals.

We Are So Accustomed To The Apparently Rational Nature Of Our World That We Can Scarcely Imagine Anything Happening That Cannot Be Explained By Common Sense. The Primitive Man Confronted By A Shock Of This Kind Would Not Doubt His Sanity; He Would Think Of Fetishes, Spirits Or Gods

Music Is The Application Of Sounds To The Canvas Of Silence.

The Dream Is The Small Hidden Door In The Deepest And Most Intimate Sanctum Of The Soul.

To Confront A Person With Their Own Shadow Is To Show Them Their Own Light.

It Seems As If It Is Only Through An Experience Of Symbolic Reality That Man, Vainly Seeking His Own “existence” And Making A Philosophy Out Of It, Can Find His Way Back To A World In Which He Is No Longer A Stranger.