Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

You will find that you survive humiliation. And that's an experience of incalculable value.

Past art is subject to change.