A House That Has Been

Here Is Menard's Own Intimate Forest: 'now I Am Traversed By Bridle Paths, Under The Seal Of Sun And Shade...i Live In Great Density...shelter Lures Me. I Slump Down Into The Thick Foliage...in The Forest, I Am My Entire Self. Everything Is Possible In My Heart Just As It Is In The Hiding Places In Ravines. Thickly Wooded Distance Separates Me From Moral Codes And Cities.

Irony Gives Us, At Little Expense, The Impression That We Are Experienced Psychologists.

Any Work Of Science, No Matter What Its Point Of Departure, Cannot Become Fully Convincing Until It Crosses The Boundary Between The Theoretical And The Experimental: Experimentation Must Give Way To Argument, And Argument Must Have Recourse To Experimentation.

It Is Better To Live In A State Of Impermanence Than In One Of Finality.

The Word Chrysalis Alone Is An Unmistakable Indication That Here Two Dreams Are Joined Together, Dreams That Be-speak Both The Repose And Flight Of Being, Evening's Crystallization And Wings That Open To The Light.