... This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.

Is it a coincidence that stories from the private life became more popular just as the grand hope for public redemption through revolution was beginning to sour? I witnessed a similar shift in taste in my own time. In the 1960s, while a hopeful vision of a just society arose again, countless poems and plays concerning politics and public life were written, read, and performed. But after the hope diminished and public life seemed less and less trustworthy, this subject was less in style.

we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.

War starts in the mind, not in the body.

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

Waging war is not a primary physical need.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.