I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

I wished I could explain it to those I loved, my mother, to Japhy, but there just weren't any words to describe the nothingness and purity of it. "Is there a certain and definite teaching to be given to all living creatures?" was the question probably asked to beetle browed snowy Dipankara, and his answer was the roaring silence of the diamond.

beautiful insane in the rain

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.