That Which Destroys The Old

The Past Exists Only In Our Memories, The Future Only In Our Plans. The Present Is Our Only Reality. The Tree That You Are Aware Of Intellectually, Because Of That Small Time Lag, Is Always In The Past And Therefore Is Always Unreal. Any Intellectually Conceived Object Is Always In The Past And Therefore Unreal. Reality Is Always The Moment Of Vision Before The Intellectualization Takes Place. There Is No Other Reality.

Even In The Presence Of Others He Was Completely Alone.

I Think Present-day Reason Is An Analogue Of The Flat Earth Of The Medieval Period. If You Go Too Far Beyond It You're Presumed To Fall Off, Into Insanity. And People Are Very Much Afraid Of That. I Think This Fear Of Insanity Is Comparable To The Fear People Once Had Of Falling Off The Edge Of The World. Or The Fear Of Heretics. There's A Very Close Analogue There.

Art Is The Godhead As Revealed In The Works Of Man.

You Go Up The Mountaintop And All You're Gonna Get Is A Great Big Heavy Stone Tablet Handed To You With A Bunch Of Rules On It.