Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be sure.
The fear, as I analyze it in retrospect, was of being overwhelmed, of disintegrating under a pressure of reality greater than a mind, accustomed to living most of the time in a cosy world of symbols, could possibly bear.
My genius is in my nostrils.
Consider the horse. They considered it.
He was free, free for everything, free to act like an animal or like a machine.
There is no longer: consciousness, projections, In itself or object. there are fields in intersection, in a field of fields.
It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.
Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time.
On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart.
I think one of the things you and I have to learn is that we have to live without the consolation of belonging to a Church…. Of one thing I am certain. The religion of the future will have to be extremely ascetic, and by that I don’t mean just going without food and drink.