The imagination is fertile. From seeds of the imagination, much is made manifest.

I'm not claiming anything like sainthood - merely a native perception.

People may wish to say that the thing that is in conflict with my creativity is not Buddhism - that's fine.

I feel a little as if the Buddhism is creeping back, but I mention all this simply in order to illustrate that there is, in my life, a fundamental sense of conflict between something that I am calling 'Buddhism' and my creative impulse.

Anyway, to cut off one's biological dreams seems to me the most fundamental form of psychic castration that you could imagine.

It's true that Eastern philosophy and religion were not unknown to me as a child, since my father has explored much in that area, and written books more or less in that area, too.

The urban, on the other hand, is often seen as more real and mundane, even though it is obviously far more recent in terms of planetary development. I think this might be because nature corresponds to the unconscious and the artificial world of the city and human culture to the conscious mind.