Recent history is the record of one vast conspiracy to impose one level of mechanical consciousness on mankind.
The desire to have power dissolves. The desire to dominate people for love dissolves. On the other hand, it's a relief to realize you can let go.
None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.
Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?
So the problem for the poetic artist or the photographer is the common problem of continuous attentiveness, continuous attempts to notice what he is noticing, continuous alertness to catch himself thinking or seeing, devotional attentiveness to the world he's moving through.