Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

You Are The Equal Of The Idol Who Has Given You Your Inspiration

Scribbled Secret Notebooks, And Wild Typewritten Pages, For Yr Own Joy

The Fact Was I Had The Vision... I Think Everyone Has... What We Lack Is The Method.

There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.

The Silence Is So Intense That You Can Hear Your Own Blood Roar In Your Ears But Louder Than That By Far Is The Mysterious Roar Which I Alwas Identify With The Roaring Of The Diamond Wisdom, The Mysterious Roar Of Silence Itself, Which Is A Great Shhhh Reminding You Of Something You've Seemed To Have Forgotten In The Stress Of Your Days Since Birth.