There Is Only One Way

There Is A Curious Law Of Art... That Even The Attempt To Reproduce The Act Of Seeing, When Carried Out With Sufficient Energy, Tends To Lose Its Realism And Take On The Unnatural Glittering Intensity Of Hallucination.

We Have To Look At The Figures Of Speech A Writer Uses, His Images And Symbols, To Realize That Underneath All The Complexity Of Human Life That Uneasy Stare At An Alien Nature Is Still Haunting Us, And The Problem Of Surmounting It Still With Us.

Literally, The Bible Is A Gigantic Myth, A Narrative Extending Over The Whole Of Time From Creation To Apocalypse, Unified By A Body Of Recurring Imagery That "freezes" Into A Single Metaphor Cluster, The Metaphors All Being Identified With The Body Of The Messiah, The Man Who Is All Men, The Totality Logoi Who Is One Logos, The Grain Of Sand That Is The World.

The Simple Point Is That Literature Belongs To The World Man Constructs, Not To The World He Sees; To His Home, Not His Environment.

Nobody Is Capable Of Of Free Speech Unless He Knows How To Use Language, And Such Knowledge Is Not A Gift: It Has To Learned And Worked At.