What We Call Imagination Is

The Artist’s Task Is To Save The Soul Of Mankind; And Anything Less Is A Dithering While Rome Burns. Because Of The Artists, Who Are Self-selected, For Being Able To Journey Into The Other, If The Artists Cannot Find The Way, Then The Way Cannot Be Found.

And Yet My, Not Only My Faith, But My Experience Has Led Me To Believe That The World Is Not A Construction Of Space And Time And Matter And Energy. That That Mapping Is Insufficient. That The World Is Instead Some Kind Of A Linguistic Construct. It Is More In The Nature Of A Sentence, Or A Novel, Or A Work Of Art Than It Is In The Nature Of These Machine Models Of Interlocking Law That We Inherit Out Of A Thousand Years Of Rational Reductionism.

We Are Going Through The Eye Of The Needle; Make Sure You Leave What You Don't Need Behind

It Seems To Me That It Is Psyche In A Way That Has Become Occluded By The Perverse Development Of Language.

You May Miss The End Of The World, But You Definitely Are Going To Have A Front Row Seat For The End Of Your World.