The folly of mistaking oneself for an oracle is built right into us.
The mere notion of photography, when we introduce it into our meditation on the genesis of historical knowledge and its true value, suggests the simple question: Could such and such a fact, as it is narrated here, have been photographed?
Peace is a virtual, mute, sustained victory of potential powers against probable greeds
My poems mean what people take them to mean.
If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.
At times I think and at times I am.