The Memory Of Man Is

Life Is More Complicated Than We Think, Yet Far Simpler Than Anyone Dares To Imagine

We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons For Believing In The Absurd.

Poetry Is What Happens When An Anxiety Meets A Technique.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

Try And Travel With The Eyes Of The Spirit Wide Open, And Not Too Much Factual Information. To Tune In, Without Reverence, Idly -- But With Real Inward Attention. It Is To Be Had For The Feeling, That Mysterious Sense Of Rapport, Of Identity With The Ground. You Can Extract The Essence Of A Place Once You Know How. If You Just Get As Still As A Needle You'll Be There.