Distracted from distraction by distraction
All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.