We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
Like a child, the earth's going to sleep, or so the story goes. But I'm not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I'm tired
The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see.
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me.
The unsaid, for me, exerts great power.
Honor the words that enter and attach to your brain.