What Would Become Of The

Great Ideas Come Into The World As Gently As Doves.

I Can Negate Everything Of That Part Of Me That Lives On Vague Nostalgias, Except This Desire For Unity, This Longing To Solve, This Need For Clarity And Cohesion. I Can Refute Everything In This World Surrounding Me That Offends Or Enraptures Me, Except This Chaos, This Sovereign Chance And This Divine Equivalence Which Springs From Anarchy. I Don't Know Whether This World Has Meaning That Transcends It. But I Know That I Do Not Know That Meaning And That It Is Impossible For Me Just Now To Know It. What Can A Meaning Outside My Condition Mean To Me? I Can Understand Only In Human Terms.

I Hope The Dogs Don't Bark Tonight. I Always Think It's Mine

We Turn Toward God Only To Obtain The Impossible.

Every Authentic Work Of Art Is A Gift Offered To The Future.