If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.

Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.

The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.