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As We Live Our Precarious Lives On The Brink Of The Void, Constantly Coming Closer To A State Of Nonbeing, We Are All Too Often Aware Of Our Fragitlity.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.

The Most Potent And Sacred Command Which Can Be Laid Upon Any Artist Is The Command: Wait.

My Heart Was Beating Like An Army On The March.

They Are Universal Places, Like Churches, Hallowed Meeting Places Of All Mankind.