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Life Is A Process Of One Goneness After Another.

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.

When You Suffer An Attack Of Nerves You're Being Attacked By The Nervous System. What Chance Has A Man Got Against A System?.

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.

After All, When You Come Right Down To It, How Many People Speak The Same Language Even When They Speak The Same Language?