To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.