I Am Almost Equal To

One Hears But One Does Not Seek; One Takes -- One Does Not Ask Who Gives; A Thought Flashes Up Like Lightning, It Comes Of Necessity And Unfalteringly Formed.

One Must Repay Good And Ill; But Why Just To The Person Who Did Us Good Or Ill?

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Thus The Man Who Is Responsive To Artistic Stimuli Reacts To The Reality Of Dreams As Does The Philosopher To The Reality Of Existence; He Observes Closely, And He Enjoys His Observation: For It Is Out Of These Images That He Interprets Life, Out Of These Processes That He Trains Himself For Life.

I Speak And The Child Plays: Who Can Be More Serious Than We Are?